sometimes we die
the sad things
owned
the happy moments
there to fade
we all die
with the things we love
and the things we hate
memories and memorabillia
all but forgotten soon after
we all die sometimes
but nothing is lost
love's wings
spred like branches of the trees
talons firmly grip
like the roots underneath
we all die sometimes
never a time just once
we all die
we all fly
love gives us wings
loves brings us high
love makes us live
love makes us
die
mahakala, man, 47 jaar
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