Sun falling down, I feel your breath:
You have returned after your death.
This cannot be, must be a dream.
Of sunshine I see the last gleam.
With darkness, sweetheart, you’ve appeared.
So much, I think, I never feared.
You’re dead, it’s so sad but it’s true,
But know I always will love you.
I’ll love you till the day I die
While my years will be passing by,
Everything will go with a run,
Our son will grow, my and your son.
And as soon as his dreams come true
I will be gone and then meet you.
24.09.96, 1.01, 2.07.97
42. My Sweetheart
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