Just a little boy
Having fun with his friends
In the garden with his friends
The lectures and the scurrying flowers
Ones that mean they're great again
Cause you were my first love
And real friend
I won't forget the days with you
The afternoons with apple juice
The reeds in the morning
Sun
It's like the news from below
To another one
Someone
I found
Now you're lying on the bed
Almost on the windowpane
I know that
I don't
Time has come
To let you go
I won't forget the days with you
I won't forget the days with you
The afternoons with apple juice
The reeds in the morning sun
It's like the news from below
To another one
To another one
To another one
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