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[embedded content] I sat the other day and read my newspaper A day like so many others before And I thought about all those dreams You dream that one after another have come to an end Then I saw a picture of a girl With a wounded crow in her arms She runs through the forest As fast as she possibly can … And I started to tremble in agony and distress I shook with fear and terror Because I knew for sure That it was a picture of me that I saw Because my hope is a wounded crow And I’m a running child That thinks there’s still someone to help me That thinks there’s someone who has the answer …
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[embedded content] I sat the other day and read my newspaper A day like so many others before And I thought about all those dreams You dream that one after another have come to an end Then I saw a picture of a girl With a wounded crow in her arms She runs through the forest As fast as she possibly can … And I started to tremble in agony and distress I shook with fear and terror Because I knew for sure That it was a picture of me that I saw Because my hope is a wounded crow And I’m a running child That thinks there’s still someone to help me That thinks there’s someone who has the answer …
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Lars Pålsson Syll considers the following as important: Varia
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I sat the other day and read my newspaper
A day like so many others before
And I thought about all those dreams
You dream that one after another have come to an endThen I saw a picture of a girl
With a wounded crow in her arms
She runs through the forest
As fast as she possibly can
…
And I started to tremble in agony and distress
I shook with fear and terror
Because I knew for sure
That it was a picture of me that I sawBecause my hope is a wounded crow
And I’m a running child
That thinks there’s still someone to help me
That thinks there’s someone who has the answer
…