i think back to the time
when i wouldnt drink wine
and they taught me wrong and right
and black and white
like death and the grave
some things never change
and ill never let it rest until i die
i wanna love someone special til death do us part
to have one and need no other
sometimes i cry stumbling through my youth
cause ive loved so much
yet so little
the fine art of friendship
meaning of love
understanding
growing old
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