»Why should I be afraid to die? I belong to you.
If I go first, I’ll
wait for you there, on the other side of the dark waters.
Be with me
now.«
»Oh my friend of all those shiny years … help me leave you.«
»Why should I be afraid to die? I belong to you.
If I go first, I’ll
wait for you there, on the other side of the dark waters.
Be with me
now.«
»Oh my friend of all those shiny years … help me leave you.«