Last night, as I puffed my tree, images of you came up in my head..
The imagination was comforting, taking away my fear of death
A sudden turn of fate occurred, as the image of you faded away
My tree is puffed, but my imagination of you'll be back one day
The mystery woman, visiting me in my dreams, like a beautiful angel
My angel, leading me in the right direction, not giving me a strangle
I never hurt her, she's my angel in disguise
Me and you, we come from different sides
My tree is gone, but your beauty is still there
Puffin' my tree again, I can see you love, I can see you everywhere
Not only when I sleep at night, also when I'm awake
Puffin' too much tree, but you take away the headache
Puffin' my last tree, I think it's time to sleep
Puffed my last tree, I'll be dreaming of you…oh so deep
- Magnus Ivar Markusson
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