You will find her in the wind
When you’re breathing it in
You will find her in the ocean
When you‘re diving to the ground
You will find her in the daisies
Right beneath the prune plum tree
You will see her sit in peace there
if she would like to be found
You will hear her when the swallows
sing at dawn
You will meet her at the bridges
over muddy waters
You will smell her in the air
Like freshly mowed meadows (and sunbleached linen)
You were the first to go,
you won’t be last, you won’t be last
You left so late
but it still feels too soon
You took so long to die
Had to battle through the years
You will hear her when the swallows
sing at dawn
You will meet her at the bridges
over muddy waters
||: Ooohhhhhhhh, oohhhhhhhh :||
You‘ll see sunshine through the water
Through the surface from below
It will be warm yellow-turquoise,
It will be bright blue and gold
Agnes Verano
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