When I was Young Man of Eighteen I met my True Love who was just Fifteen. She was young and Beautiful The Girl of my Dreams. As the years come and go And I'm getting old. Forty years have went bye, But I'm still with my True Love Who was just Fifteen.
Reason for writing:
True Love
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