Heh! Heh! All of us are younger that somebody or something, ain't we Eva?
I prefer Mental age over chronological age any old day.
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Younger than springtime, am I
Softer than starlight, am I
Warmer than winds of June,
Are the gentle lips you gave me.
Gayer than laughter, am I (that's for Gautam)
Sweeter than music, am I
Angel and lover, heaven and earth,
Are you to me.
And when your youth
And joy invade my arms,
And fill my heart as now they do,
Then younger than springtime, am I,
Gayer than laughter, am I,
Angel and lover, heaven and earth,
Am I with you!
And when your youth
And joy invade my arms,
And fill my heart as now they do,
Then younger than springtime, am I,
Gayer than laughter, am I,
Angel and lover, heaven and earth,
Am I with you.
And that's for GUS