by Louis Bertrand Shalako
c2010
All Rights Reserved
Ah, for the lost dreams of youth
That is why God makes us die young
Oh, for the harm that might have been done
If only I knew then, what I know now
A young man who knew how to apply himself
But I was only dreaming of you.
(You were pretty drunk last night. -ed.)
(Was I? Did I say anything interesting? -louis.)
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