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She is twelve I'm only ten buried in this soft mountain of pillows Parents away She asks me have I been touched Have I done the thing with anyone yet Silence - a shy no And there is nothing That we'd rather share Than that bodily warmth if we'd dare But she's already twelve and I am Just a child WARM AND SHY She's so OLD - already twelve and I am only ten Than was me, young and free, there and then Now in this hotel room I lie wondering who I am Never quite as sure after a lie of questioning Finding out at last that freedom is A STATE OF MIND But still not knowing how to get along with this mankind ...finding out at last that freedom is a state of mind... From Letras Mania