If they are bathed in truth
Tell me your stories
The ones of your youth
Tell me your stories
Let me know your past glorious
Tell me your stories
Tell me of times you were victorious
Tell me your stories outrageous
Your ebb and flow and your voice is contagious
Tell me all about you
And listen as I share about me, too
As we share, we grow the love between us
We build a bridge of trust
Tell me your stories, I shall keep them like treasures of gold
Buried in my heart, as they grow with me as I get old
Tell me your stories, your triumphs and regrets
And I will speak them back to you if you ever forget
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