Friday, November 1, 2013

Grow young, with me,

Grow young, with me,
Grow with me like a song,
Hey, my songy heart,
Grow young like a lighted spark,

Grow young and blissful,
Grow like that colored pool,
Hey, my heart's song,
Grow young like an adoration,

Grow young with me,
Like a never ending festivity.

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