With youth, there's love
which does not last.
Like the clouds above
that move too fast.
And when love dies like a rose ands withers,
Before she gets her true love's kiss,
She still weeps in the Winter,
For the things that she will miss.
But for fear that youth will wither and thin
like a rose, she sits and waits to find her love.
But knowing that will soon begin,
She sits to watch the stars above..
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