Slipping through my fingers
Så vackert. Här gråter jag floder!
(Elin kan intyga om att jag är Mamma-Mia-galen just nu.)
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl
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