Oh the troubles of the young in love
and oh greater the young out of it and bitter
Not bitter to not have it
Or to have lost it long ago
Not bitter to be alone
But to be just another and hitched on the same train
With the next to come along.
And it doesn't matter who they are
Or how strong true love or true something can be.
It doesn't matter much to me.
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