A youngster’s love

We played when we were young,

It’s just like we both sang,

The rhythm of young’s life,

The song of that time. 

We played the game,

Without thinking the aim.

We took each other’s hand

And left our own hearts.

We parted and it was alright,

And we left without fights.

No regrets about the past,

‘Cause we know it was just a

youngster’s love.

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