We met at a party for Loyalist Spain
We talked revolution
Hooked at you as a fellow traveler
But then you came to my college town
We walked through the beauty of an early spring
Bursting with tender blossoms, fragrant air
We lay in the lush green grass
We talked revolution
But we felt a new loyalty
I looked at you as a lover
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Wonderful! Love of ideals grows into the ideal of love...
-Austin
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