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Von Beate 09.05.2024 um 01:07 Uhr | melden

Year of the young

I’m gonna say what you said
I’m gonna do what you did
I won’t remember you died
I will remember you live

You said, don’t you stand by my grave
No don‘t you stand there and cry -
I’m the trees, I’m the birds
I’m the soft stars that shine at night

Cause I’m not there, I did not die
No, I’m not there, I did not die

This year, we lost more than we can count
The ashes we lay on the ground
Oh, this was the year of the young
This year, we look up towards the sun
And wonder where everyone‘s gonе
Oh, this was the year of the young

I′m gonna stand by your words
I’m gonna learn to forgive
You said you‘d rather go young
Than to be dead when you lived
You said, I know you′re only so
But always run like a kid
I′m the rain, I’m the grass
I′m the soft blowing summer winds

(Victor Thell, Maria Jane Smith; Smith & Thell, 2020)