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Life's Ransom
There is a nice young fellow
Who thinks he's in love with me.
Our ages are quite different
As anyone can see.
He says it makes no difference,
He knows- and it stops there-
He is in love with who I am,
With my kind and loving air.
He feels he knows the real me-
The me that no one else can.
I must say its flattering
He feels this way. Sweet young man.
I wish that life was that way-
That we could see the bared soul
And live and love based on it.
Would that we make that our goal!
I would fly away with him-
I'd soar high up in the skies-
I'd taste love's sweetest nectar
And never such love disguise.
But this life here does belong
To the young and handsome.
Forget the dreams of romance,
We all must pay life's ransom.
