Youth

We sing songs around the campfire.

Cold face warmed by orange flames.

We are young, full of love and of hope.

The night is cold, we are full of light.

 

The forest is an Eden, for a moment

All of us, all of us one, all of us pure.

The stars are angels on this night for us.

The moon light is bright and all is well.

 

We sing songs around the campfire.

Cold face warmed by orange flames.

We are young, full of love and of hope.

The night is cold, we are full of light.

 

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