when we were young,
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" 'cause you didn't know, that this was going to be our last day in the meadow. "

when we were young,

written by Lotus

Grass stains.

On my white dress. A hat, a guitar, a notebook scattered next to me, you've fallen asleep as the sun goes down.

Two human shapes lying between the grass in the meadow near your house. That was us.

When the sun was nearly gone you sat up and stared at me. You picked up your guitar and played a familiar melody. I smiled and closed my eyes, taking in the last rays of sun.

It was another one of those days.

When I'd stay with you till my eyelids would get heavy and I'd be unable to walk properly home.

It was another one of those days.

That you'd make up a song as I would braid Daisies into a flower crown.

It was another one of those days.

When you'd balance on the fence and forced me onto it, but you'd hold my hand all the way.

It was another one of those days.

We'd race on the meadow, first one to the willow would win.

It was another one of those days.

That we'd wake up early, and walk till the sun was gone in the endless golden fields.

It was another one of those days.

In which you'd try to beat me in horse riding. Losing all the way.

It was another one of those days.

We would try to find new paths and discover new fields, but end up always in the same familiar places.

It was another one of those days.

Where you'd take nonstop pictures of me and I would hide my face in my hair.

It was another one of those days.

When we couldn't stop talking.

It was another one of those days.

We would swim in the lake and you'd always go way too long under.

It was another one of those days.

I'd never be able to take my amazed look away from the colourful horizon.

It was another one of those days.

In which I'd tried to convince myself I wasn't in love and I told you 'nothings wrong,' And you'd never believe me.

It was another one of those days.

I would dance in the meadow and forced you to dance with me. But you'd always just smile, look away and play your guitar.

It was another one of those days.

Those days that were way too short.

It was another one of those days.

Clouds wouldn't bother us. The wind wouldn't bother us. The heat wouldn't bother us. We were free.

It was another one of those days.

When everything changed, and you didn't notice.

It was another one of those days.

In which you'd finally confront me about my Gothic 'phase'.

And as always, I'd say 'I'm fine, nothings going wrong. It's just a phase,' So you smiled and you nodded thinking nothings wrong. Oblivious, you were, for the first time.

'Cause you didn't know.

That this was going to be our last day in the meadow.

It was our last day and,

I didn't say anything, as you picked up my notebook. I didn't say anything, as you put on your hat. I didn't say anything, as we walked back to your house.

It was our last day,

and I never said goodbye.

It was my last day,

and you'd never realise why.

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