When you smile,
I want to smile with you,
Your beautiful face calling for me,
Your soul, entrap me,I want to linger my fingers,
Over your beauty,
I want to capture that beauty,
Alas, a beautiful youth is like a mirage,
Its there but you cannot touch it
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The Youth That Has Come , The Youth That Has Gone and The Youth That Will Stay
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