| When we were young, how we could fly
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| How we could float along like summer winds and touch the sky
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| The world was ours, and how we dreamed
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| Our lives were intertwined forever so it seemed
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| We made our plans, I’d be a painter or a poet
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| Live in Paris, in a cheap hotel or garret
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| And you would be my everything, my Muse, too wonderful to lose
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| When we were young, so very young
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| It could have been, but so it goes
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| It’s the mystery of life nobody ever knows
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| No «second shows», no «once again»
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| We only turn a fleeting glance to what was then
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| One small note of regret, it could have been and yet
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| We kind of lost our way from day to day
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| The years just faded away, they had no time to stay
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| Time will not wait for lovers' fanciful dreams
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| When we were young, how we could fly
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| How we could float along like summer winds and touch the sky
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| The world was ours, and how we dreamed
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| Our lives were intertwined forever so it seemed
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| Our lives were intertwined forever — when we were young |