Where
are our friends?
They
all have gone
Leaving
the old memories behind
They
jump on the jet plane
Far
away they fly
They
go to seek new pastures
They
smell of gold
They
want to seek fortunes
Where
are our friends?
They
find the open fields
Where
freedom is shared
Where
rights and benefits equally distributed
Far
away they fly
They
leave behind the old
They
go put on roots and multiply
The
memories of old stay in their minds
Where
are our friends?
Far
away they fly
Leaving
the old memories behind
Leaving
tears to remember them by
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