Här är texten om någon är nyfiken på vad som sägs bakom allt mummel :) ----- They tell me you're here, watching over me. They tell me you're near, guiding my steps. They tell me you were there, i was too young to remember. But your stories are told through the seeds you've scattered. It might seem a bit awkward, writing to a stranger. We got off the wrong foot, thought we could sort it out. I've seen your pictures, and your camera too. I missed out on the sessions, but what can you do. I dream of you sometimes, wonder where i came from. A face so unfamiliar, resides in my mind. They tell me you're here, watching over me. They tell me you're near, guiding my steps. They tell me you were there, i was too young to remember. But your stories are told through the seeds you've scattered. I moved upstate, to the coast where i was born. Flushed down my ponderings, sought out your track. I know my brothers and sister now, they've grown up and they get around. Their faces remind me of your absence. The past is the past, we're moving forward now. I hope you're doing better now, in between clouds. They tell me you're here, watching over me. They tell me you're near, guiding my steps. They tell me you were there, i was too young to remember. But your stories are told through the seeds you've scattered.
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