I used to reach high, on tiptoes, Arms sore from stretching, For the princely type, The reddest apples on the tree. ... Read full text
Then I learned a word, Which would save my soul. Nothing can be done, If it's not meant, or destined, to be. Is that word love?
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Then I learned a word, Which would save my soul. Nothing can be done, If it's not meant, or destined, to be. Is that word love?