There were white horses
That galloped, their manes blowing in the wind
In the meadows where we played
We were children
You took me to the forests
Discovering secret paths
We were going along the paths
And you took my hand
Traces of love
Now that we have grown up
Where are the traces of love
That we once left here
And that time
Erases
So slowly
But, you, tell me
Do you think about it often?
There was a river
Which flowed near the old mill
A spring and a stone bridge
br/>Where we were so good
One day, my father told us
That we were going to change our lives
I dreamed of it, then, of the city
But I have changed since then

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