Igår var vi i Pingstkyrkan som stod öppen för alla. Filippa hade gjort ett fint kort som hon lämnade, och vi tände ljus som vi ställde bland alla andra.
I fredags strax efter att vi nåtts av denna hemska nyhet, tog Fanny fram sin gitarr, och snart hade hon klinkat ihop en hyllning till Wilma.
Shining little Star
How could it be
That you left us right now
How could it be, you´re not here?
I find it hard to face
That the world can be so cruel
To take a life like that
Oh, I wish this only was a bad dream
That I would wake up anytime
But you´ll always be in our hearts
No matter where life will take us
No matter where we are
You´re still our shining star
And I´m thinking ´bout you
Night and day
Wishing you had stayed with us
´Cause you left our world so cold
How could it be
There´s an empty chair next to me
How could it be?
And I know
You would have wanted us to be happy
But it´s hard without you around
Oh, I wish this only was a bad dream
That I would wake up anytime
But you´ll always be in our hearts
No matter where life will take us
No matter where we go
You´re still our shining little star
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