A girl standing in a field of butterflies looking up at the sky


Life was a game when little fireflies gleamed... we played, chasing them among blackberry hedges. It's so different now from what it seemed. The world was ours. Every game was a dream and every dream had a thousand colours. The summer evenings never ended, the best days of life were ours. When little fireflies gleamed... every game was a dream and life was a game... but oh...so very long ago it seemed.
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Life was a game when little fireflies gleamed
...
we played
,
chasing them among blackberry hedges
.
It's so different now from what it seemed
.
The world was ours
.
Every game was a dream and every dream had a thousand colours
.
The summer evenings never ended
,
the best days of life were ours
.
When little fireflies gleamed
...
every game was a dream and life was a game
...
but oh
...
so very long ago it seemed
.
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