OLD MEMORIES

My husband once wrote a poem, which I thought was very beautiful, so I decided to make a video to it and got my grandson to compose og play music to it, for me.

The first two verses are as follows:

You walk your street,
old memories arise,
dreames of glory,
at dawn.

Fallen, but glad for the freedom,
finding in a new day,
nothing is as before,
the walk has come to an end.

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Then comes more, which I am not going to translate now.  Maybe later.

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