If we were still children

If The Mountains Were Cubic Forms
If the rivers were flowing
If the mountains were calling
If the breeze was blowing
It's because we were the children
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If the flowers used to give perfume
And on the vernal hills used to bloom
And if the birds used to sing in tune
Its because we were the children
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Because we are no longer young
And we forget a childhood's song
And because all looks like wrong
It's because we are no longer children
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So back to nature where we belong
If we want hear a birds tuned song
Back to mountains's faithful echo
To smell the breeze, and winds' blow
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We feel desperate between concrete
And the cubic shapes are only our limit
Our voices nothing ever shall repeat
Days like winter clouds pass and fleet
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If we go back to see the mountain
We will then play like those children
We will break the cement barriers
We will see the truth plain and clear
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If the rivers stopped to run
And we did not enjoy the fun
If the mountains were cubic forms
We would be already eaten by worms