Dikt på utländska till minnet av Mr. Åke Lindberg
(morfar, korvätare och livsnjutare)
Fallen snow, weak and cold
Turns to warmth and now behold
A light is lit upon the king
Yet light will shadow bring
Snow has fallen, a season passed
and another and another, really fast
A new morning, another sunrise
Joy for the new, but sorrow too!
Det var fint godis! Puss, jag älskar dig!
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