Well, I met my first love, when I was four
There was a girl in our house that I adored
And moreover she liked me
Until I kissed her by the willow tree
When I was seven I was pretty wise
I knew that it shouldn't look girls in their eyes
There's something charming, mystical and strange
That makes a poor boy's heart a-change
At the age of fourteen some gal kissed me
But there was not an appropriate place for us to be
So we ran together to that old house roof
Where I forgot that my heart wasn't bulletproof
And then when I was almost twenty five
I got me the most beautiful lady as a wife
But there's always something in love goes wrong
And now she's a lover that I don't belong
At six decades my heart was still burning
Ready to admit love and the blood was still boiling
Though I was grey and I was old
But I have found my heart of gold
At the age of one hundred and one I have died
Maybe I didn't knew a true love but I swear, that I've tried
And may my weary heart in a hell forever burn
But at least I can say I've tried and that's what I've learned
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