If love was a crime, please
Let me be punished.
If my heart was my own weakness,
Let it be torn into pieces.
If love was my wish,
Let it be made known among the dead.
If death was a reward,
Let me have more.
If death was a promise,
Let all my wishes come true.
If love was to declare war on me ooh little drum,
Let me be infamous for this crime that I lost the love of my life to love.
How do I grow older oh love, if I can't tangle no more as the master caftsman I once was.
I guess no wonder little drummers never grow old.
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Little Drummer Boy
NouvellesA poetic short story of the little drummer boy, whom since I was a child till now I'm an adult is still a little drummer boy. Why doesn't he ever grow up?
