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Being Sixteen
I feel nothing now for those other guys,
Not even your friend, whom you made me despise.
For you were so jealous, and all with no cause,
And now our relationship's come to a pause.
I dare not say end, for I still love you so,
And I would gladly follow, wherever you go.
But my feelings I keep hidden
Until the day may come,
When you want me back to be your only one.
(1971)
Being Sixteen
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