I think back to the time
When I wouldn't drink wine
And they taught me wrong and right
And black and white
Like death and the grave
Some things never change
And I'll 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 I've loved so much
Yet so little
The fine art of friendship
Meaning of love
Understanding
Growing old
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