Me with the strength in my handsDriving along the iced LandJust to see you againLying over a foreign bedI know you’re passing the hellYear after year without restI bring some tulips so redYour ninetieth to celebrateAnd just todayI have realized Your birthday it isThe day when she diedIt is so strangeA bit terrifyingBut the death and lifeAre always…
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