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Beauty is a rare perfume
Precious, yet doesn't last long
Youth is but a playful breeze
That blows our way once then moves on
Love is a hidden treasure
Some never find where it lies
And memory is a little bird
Flies through life, live or dies
Little bird, take me aboard
Your beautiful wings and let me fly
Fly me away back to yesterday
And drop me off there awhile
Let me smell the rare perfume
Of the sweet flower of beauty again
Let me run in the playful breeze
Of youth long gone with the wind
Let me sit for a while by the place
Where I found the treasure of love
Then sing me a song as you fly me along
On our long last journey above
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