Friend of childhood, tell me the truth:
Was I shoulder you could cry on?
All what we had was gone
Left no hope for us to be united.
Friend of childhood, tell me the truth:
Was you shoulder I could cry on?
Time I was spent with you
Was too short but the first of wonders.
It’s truly sad but it’s right:
We burned down our small theatre.
Little liar, tell in last time -
Was I wrong that time or later?
I’d like to think the sisters we were,
But you saw above my shoulder.
It wasn’t very strange you’d gone -
To keep friendship is true wonder.
23/01/2017
Иногда дороги друзей расходятся - и не так печально, когда между ними встают границы и страны. Но иногда достаточно самого малого.
Friend of childhood
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