By Michael I-----Vilhelem Margareta

When I come to mind,
one thought it hurts,
Why did not you love
maybe a little harder,

You urged his son,
I could not even I,
I've turned into fairy
and I saw you God.

You gave me shine,
smile,
You opened my eyes
wide to see in the distance

You gave me strength mild
to go further
I miss you hot lit
house to yours.

When I come to mind,
I see the light, standing,
feel your heart beating,
and you whisper in the wind
dear loving words [W.B..]

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