EPILOGUE


U.Pettersson/G.Fors


My soul lifted , I was sailing high
Wonderful and floating

But after the storm
My wings were torn , torn to pieces


As well as I and my inmost forwardness
Was torn to pieces
Ripped to shreds
Because the cloth were made of paper

And I was no more . . . . 



Lyrics by Thomas "Limpan" Lindberg