Is always so new
Like a fresh pink rose
Covered with dew
We laughed and played
Caring for none
And all day long
We had so much fun
The fun was not to stay
We had to meet our fate
Soon we had to leave
And every cure was late
Today I have nothing
Except thoughts of you
Nothing to cheer about
But memories quite a few
Isar
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