What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stand a little taller, doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone, what doesn't kill you makes a fighter, footsteps even lighter..

29 november 2008

Our last summer

Till Klara


*I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walking in Arild, and eating ice-creme
Our last summer
Memories that remain*

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