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They were young, children of the golden sun |
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Oh , the love they knew, bore no heavy chains |
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She was coy, played games with her little boy |
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On his heart she signed her name |
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Innocent and naive, |
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tenderness would see them through, |
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yeah |
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Now he's a man she's no longer a little girl |
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Passion and desire came to play |
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Sister knew, mother didn't have a clue |
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From each other, they couldn't stay away |
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Innocent and naive, |
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tenderness would see them through, |
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yeah |
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Now they're old, the fire they know will never burn cold, |
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Their love burns alive |
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She's still sweet, he still kisses her tender feet |
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They know their love will survive |
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Innocent and naive, |
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tenderness will see them through |
