Saturday 26 September 2009 photo 3/3
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Saturday 26 September 2009 photo 3/3
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Så himla vacker himlen kan vara....
Once upon a time
A little girl there was
Whose dream was different
From the other kids,
The street across.
Neither teacher, nurse nor
chief or police.
Because the dream was,
as it seems,
Far more pure and innocent
Than a soft touch from the breeze.
An angel,
this little girl wanted to be.
With wings purely white
As cotton on a field,
Flying so free.
Like the tiniest bird
Flying over the river,
And gives the night
a shiver.
The girl got laughed at,
But kept on being strong
Because still in her belief,
All alone,
She let out a small plea,
That God would forgive these
poor souls.
And wanted Him to grant her wish
So she could protect them
From the bad demon's kiss.
Nowadays,
The little girl is deadly sick
But still keeps her dream
Through thin and thick.
Now she's gone,
And never will be back.
But stil,
Sometimes you can feel
A small touch,
Blowing through your soul.
And if you look up in the sky there,
She's an angel.
And will protect you
Forever on more
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