AJKA

All of memories, keep you near.

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Bloginlägg från 2/1-08

jag kan inte älska, inte dig och inte nu
men det är nog precis vad jag gör.

jag är förlorad igen. kärleken vinner,
men jag är förlorad igen.

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Inte pratat med honom på flera månader, men ändå hugger det som fan. Har knappt gått en enda dag utan att jag tänkt på honom och det lilla vi hade tillsammans, och nu kanske jag inte får se honom mer. Inte på ett väldigt långt tag iallafall. Det blev så tomt direkt... Fan också.

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They came for him one winter's night.
Arrested, he was bound.
They said there'd been a robbery,
his pistol had been found.

They marched him to the station house,
he waited till the dawn.
And as they led him to the dock,
he knew that he'd been wronged.
"You stand accused of robbery,"
he heard the bailiff say.
He knew without an alibi, t
omorrow's light would mourn his freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
for ten long years he'll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
a prisoner's life for him there'll be.

He knew that it would cost him dear,
but yet he dare not say.
Just where he'd been that fateful night,
a secret it must stay.
He had to fight back tears of rage.
His heart beat like a drum.
For with the wife of his best friend,
he spent his final night of freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
back in her arms again he'll be.
Over the hills and far away.
Each night within his prison cell,
he looks out through the bars.
He reads the letters that she wrote.
One day he'll know the taste of freedom.
Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
back in his arms again she'll be.