Those were the signs of the youthful you.
You can see me bake cakes out of the blue.
Nothing is more tender than a kiss moist as dew.
The rain that washes away our stain.
The soothing woos over a boring plain.
You in sight,life seems a bit joyous.
Better than a festive season to note.
Is it I who declared the independency of knowing you.
Because knowing you,i know the meaning behind those relationship.
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