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Our Days Are Young

My dear our days are young like songs of new still unsung like adventures of a bee moments before it has stung Our days are young In our days the sounds continue to ring voices of the youth as they play and sing their distant echoing chants composing for us anthems of the spring Our days are far from strung My dear our days are young

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Date: 10/10/2016 1:36:00 AM
Moussa.. A beautiful write :-)
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Date: 10/10/2016 9:23:00 AM
Thanks Lewis I'm glad you enjoyed it :)