When we were very young, we ran and we played, we climbed trees and scraped our elbows and knees.
When we were very young, we stood as statues, we rolled in the leaves and tattered and tore our little sleeves.
When we were very young, we played in the snow, in fields we flew our kites and scratched our mosquito bites.
When we were invincible and very young.
And we collected our great treasures on that now long-gone bamboo, under the summer sun. When we were very young.
Now, miles and miles and inaccessible miles keeps us all one from the other.
Until the day when we shall all be together again. Under the summer sun, and once again, we shall be very young.
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