I went to our meeting-place
But my love was not there
I sang and danced anyway
I walked home in the rain
And was seventeen again
Strange how one body
Never feels enough
Half a love is no love
If you are old you find out
What love starts out to be
The only thing that's free
Freely given freely taken
Who would rob love of its kiss
Given and given back
Will never be my valentine
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