than a friend, living to meet a common end They were true, each one knew all is well Still the elder knew it could not last Hidden memories from the
part Each their own separate way It puzzles me how we can be so close And yet worlds apart Can it be, my memory has torn my life in two From the very
Traduction: Kansas. Voyage De Mariabronn.
a friend, living to meet a common end They were true, each one knew all is well Still the elder knew it could not last Hidden memories from the young
