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[embedded content]Today is Mother’s Day here in Sweden. This one is in loving memory of my mother Lisbeth. Although it is thirty-one years since she passed away, not a single day goes by without her in my mind. Those whom the Gods love die young. But in dreams, I can hear your name. And in dreams, We will meet again. When the seas and mountains fall And we come to end of days, In the dark I hear a call Calling me there I will go there And back again.
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[embedded content]Today is Mother’s Day here in Sweden. This one is in loving memory of my mother Lisbeth. Although it is thirty-one years since she passed away, not a single day goes by without her in my mind. Those whom the Gods love die young. But in dreams, I can hear your name. And in dreams, We will meet again. When the seas and mountains fall And we come to end of days, In the dark I hear a call Calling me there I will go there And back again.
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Today is Mother’s Day here in Sweden.
This one is in loving memory of my mother Lisbeth. Although it is thirty-one years since she passed away, not a single day goes by without her in my mind.
Those whom the Gods love die young.
But in dreams,
I can hear your name.
And in dreams,
We will meet again.When the seas and mountains fall
And we come to end of days,
In the dark I hear a call
Calling me there
I will go there
And back again.