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Sweet
time of life,
young lady,
is to be in
flower, fifteen
years old,
age of dreams,
age of tenderness,
ideal and
lyrical time
of living.
Being fifteen
years old
is as enchantment,
magic of light,
magic of dreams,
a sweet newness
waiting in
the future.
Fifteen
years, young
lady,
cool touch
of perfume
and smell
of dawn,
all of them
soft and
sweet.
It’s a time
of great
beauty.
Fifteen
years, young
lady,
is a real
promise
of becoming
woman,
and drawing
near the
future!
At
fifteen,
young lady,
you are
more than
happy,
wonderfully
happy,
when the
world still
believes
you.
Neither
deceit nor
disillusion,
because
for the
fifteen
year old,
there’s
no past:
life compliments,
tastes of
honey,
a breezy
joy in your
innocent
look.
Fifteen
years, young
lady,
is the moment
of the first
love,
delicious
sensation
of Spring!
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