Young love runs electric.
Old love walks the mile.
Young love is tomorrow.
Old love must reconcile.
Young love sings an anthem-
Old love a serenade.
Young love steals the heart!
Old love accommodates.
New snow will fall tomorrow.
A winter storm is quite near.
She goes to bed early.
I have my old chair.
Tomorrow when I join her
For a walk in the snow,
Tomorrow I shall steal
Her heart as we go.
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