good evening again old friend.
I remember well the night we met.
a star died that night.
they named it after a swedish doctor.
whoever walks this street and calls at my door?
an old man who whistles low.
and forgive me if I'm wrong.
but didn't you once steal a pocket watch from me?
well I guess you know me well.
what other news do you bring?
a well worn story unrolled yet again.
and just one more cup of cold coffee.
the snow outside falling lightly and silently.
reminds me of who I am to you.
a son or a soul who's traveling on.
and you alone too for now.
as he heads into the darkness.
his footsteps quickly disappear under the falling snow.
and he is soon gone.
I remember that night so well.
sven.
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