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teenage love poem

soft as the bed in the earth
brother, i am fire
he came and took me by the hand
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
my sorrow, when she's here with me
be not angry with me
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
birds against the april wind
there is a country full of wine
we were not many
now that i have cooled to you
this is the song of youth
have we no shame?
the old west, the old time

 



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