When you stand in front of their grave,
then think of me
When you read their old and familiar names
that I have called and spoken so many times
now chisseled in the green-blue stone,
then think of me
The pain and suffering given as a heavenly gift to me,
because of my love for them
is buried right there, in the ground with them
So, that is the reason why,
when once again on a Sunday afternoon,
you stand in front of their grave
Do also think of me
and say my name
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