One little short

.

What of my hope?

What of my love?

Will you just let

Wither away?

On this steep slope

Rising above

My heart is set

And shall not sway.

It may be plain,

I may be coy,

Never again

A little boy.

That is my pain,

That is my joy;

No bars or chain

Will with me toy.

.

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