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Jag saknar dig
I wonder who will remember me when I'm gone.
Who will remember my name,
my looks and my way?
Will I be spoken,
thought of and cared for?
Will they remember my mischeif or my grades,
my wedding or my bridesmaids?
Will my work be carried on
by the ones I loved
and will my mistakes
be hidden by snowflakes?
Or is it true what I've been told
I will never become that old?
Annons