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Your gaze was far too old
And we were but teenagers then
Still unformed and awkward
But the intensity drilled within
Spoke of hope and dreams and sin
And it lingers with me still
In these later, later years
Something far too old to begin
When we were young

Your gaze was a siren call
And I do not think you knew
Just a callow youth unbridled
All your strength still uncoiled
And nothing yet has spoiled
The memory of those moments
When you turned to me and smiled
All my sweetest dreams yet foiled
For we were young

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