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Young Love
Young Love
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On morning meet
Day breaks night
Oh joy that comes
In the morning
When at first of kiss
Two lovers meet
Oh what joy comes
In the morning
As noon approaches
The Joy of morning
Slowly reproaches
The sun begins to beat
The temperatures rise
For what once
Was sweetest love
Now causes tempers rise
Since now a kiss a thousand
Has turned tasteless as sand
From heat of noon
The light fades to night
The heat turns cold
The heart turns cold
Night breaks day
No kiss
Just two broken hearts
