Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Love Fritzl

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

Fritzl

If tears could build a staircase

And memories a lane

I would run right up to heaven

Just to be with you again.


Listen


Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there, I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glint on snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain

I am the gentle, gentle autumn rain

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there, I do not sleep

When you awake in the morning hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight

I am the soft, soft starlight, starlight at night


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