...
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white;
Just our hands clasped so tight,
Waiting for the hint of a spark.
If heaven and hell decide,
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs:
If there's no one beside you,
When your soul embarks;
Then I'll follow you into the dark. // Death Cab For Cutie
R.I.P. Iréne Petterson, min mormor, † 2/2 - 07
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