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Young but,frail,
All say, all do, You say you love ,but is that true? Mild as a child, No where near adulthood. Maybe your're right, open your eyes. I'll find the place where, I most likely belong. It may take time to follow along. Once it may be shown, It will be clear to follow up my dear.
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