Last Will

Bury my heart
At the foot of Mount Cervin
Because he loved it so much
Scatter my ashes down in Rhône valley
Where I can feel his spirit's tender touch
Let me rest there in the shadows
Lying by his side
As it wasn't possible in life – in death, I'll be his bride
Let me die when the sun goes down
Behind the mountains covered with snow
Let me die when the leaves get brown
For I loved him so...
Let our souls unite
Beneath the stars so cold and bright



(c) A. Rüttgers, Sommer 1999 in memoriam H.D.

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