A poem in a magazine
Presents an unfamiliar scene
So much is new at seventeen
How will you ever learn?
Then someone takes you by the hand
Come on, she says, I'm with the band
And all at once you understand
That you will get your turn
Colored lights flash overhead
Where better angels fear to tread
You feel the music in your head
And watch a candle burn
Morning finds you on the street
Your memories now bittersweet
Asking everyone you meet
How soon will she return?
But love's an art by any light
Not everyone can get it right
It can't be mastered overnight
These wings we have to earn
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