Landscape of lost childhood ..

In good old times, remember my friend
Moon was so bright and so close to us, sometimes

We were still blind and deaf, what a bliss
Painting the world of our own, for our own eyes, now

Can we ever have what we had then?
Friendship unbreakable
Love means nothing to me
Without blinking an eye
I'd fade, if so needed,
All those moments with you
If I had you beside me

One cloudy day we both lost the game
We drifted so far and away

Nothing is quite as cruel as a child
Sometimes we break the unbreakable, sometimes

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(Shamandalie by Sonata Arctica)