Do you believe you can be a star?
Or do you think you are who you are...

There's a rhyme and reason,
For every little thing...

The Leaves fall from the trees,
I can not cast its spell...

It seemed to me that it would be different,
the end of the world...

Near the grove, beyond the willow tree,
Sits a sad young buzzy bee...

No burdens shall thy love carry for now,
But only when the burdens true, do set...

I couldn't be so sad,
Even if I tried...

If you should come to any harm,
I would blame it on my self...

I remember the days when we were young and you...
I remember the days when we were young and you set...

Is beauty an art or so it should be,
For you shan't pull me away from your eyes...

Go now!
I will not forget thee...