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This city sheltered me
when mother and father couldn’t
This city sheltered me
when I survived loves called “true”

This city sheltered me
When only friend died, 40 years too soon
This city sheltered me;
distractions, on sad afternoons

This city shelters me no more
sorrows caught up; what was the running for?
Nothing shelters me, anymore
sorrows fall on me; pianos from 7th floor

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This poem was a little bit inspired from this song by a Swedish singer, I translated an excerption of the lyrics for you (below the video clip itself).

 

Excerpt from lyrics;

I sit here waiting, looking out over Stockholm
Life goes on there, as if everything was like before
And it doesn’t seem like too long ago, that I was one
of all those people I see; Now it seems more like 
everything’s ended….

We should have had a life in stillness;
a life together… But it is too late…
Instead I sit and wait for.. nothing at all… 
But it is too late…. yes, it is too late……

Stockholm is where I am born….
It is where I have my family, 
And I can find my way almost anywhere…
But Stockholm……. has turned cold….

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I always thought I would want to be buried in Stockholm….
Now, I don’t even know if I want to stay here…
And all the streets we walked, all the places we visited, 
all the people we saw; they don’t seem as friendly, today 
I should leave here, I should travel somewhere…
But I stay….. …  Yes, I stay …

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