The First Time

Angels at my doorstep
And music in my heart;
A sweet gaily smile
A feeling purely divine;

Forsaking the pains,
Shaking off the hurt;
Singing a joyous tune,
I’m off to start anew.

Now that the dried leaves
Have finally fallen to the ground,
I’ll brighten up the tree,
I won’t fear the eerie clouds above.
Won’t fear what’s written in the stars.
For once, I’ll make the ‘first time’ last.

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