ease //tronnor fanfic

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He was in the auditorium again today.

He was singing a pretty song.

My youth, my youth is yours

I hid in the corner of the room.

Tripping on skies sipping waterfalls

I like his song.

My youth, my youth is yours,

Mr. Howell said he liked my poems made I should try and read them in the auditorium

The truth so loud you can't ignore.

But he sounds so beautiful

My youth

I wish he would sing everyday

My youth

I hope he doesn't notice me

My youth is yours