| When the trees were big
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| They seemed so funny to us
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| Dreams that we will be together
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| And forgotten songs about love
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| Days flew by, weeks flew by
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| Hearts sang songs to each other
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| But there are a hundred different paths ahead
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| Your dreams are dearer
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| Adults, adults, you and I have become
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| Terrible, formidable clouds scattered
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| Different, different songs sounded in us
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| Different, different were our given
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| Adults, adults, you and I have become
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| Terrible, formidable clouds scattered
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| Different, different songs sounded in us
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| Different, different were our given
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| Let the words and notes be jealous
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| Hand and hand are dancing again
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| Heavenly trumpets sound for us
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| And lips echo them with a kiss
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| Already walked a hundred different tracks
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| And our songs became similar
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| There is nothing more precious in the world
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| We cannot live without each other
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| Me and you, me and you will be together again
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| Me and you, me and you, our songs are with us
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| All flowers and dreams will be there again
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| Me and you and nothing is needed
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| Me and you, me and you will be together again
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| Me and you, me and you, our songs are with us
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| All flowers and dreams will be there again
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| Me and you and nothing is needed |