At least everyone thinks so.
It seems that way.
But from your home to mine
our comings and goings increase the distance :
you accompany me
then I walk you back ;
you bring me home ,
I take you back again;
I escort you one last time.
Just once more !
This time will be the last . . .
You really think so ?
It will last until tomorrow
the time for pals on the go.
It will lead into forever
The path that brings us together.
A slash in our wrists
sealed our alliance : til' death do us part !
Sometimes a gust of wind
would blow our way some dark secret, untamed violence.
An ominous wing would brush past us :
Swear you will never forget me !
Cross my heart and hope to die . . .
On which road are you walking now ?
It is cold on this side of the world.
Tell me : what became of you ?
Where can one find Eden's gate ?
It feels so lonely in the land of men.
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