Grey Jacket
And when he died
I put his jacket on
It wasn’t nice nor trendy
but with all measures I could not give it up
Oh, if I may grant it to a stranger
still - sun will dance above the sky
However it would be a certain crime
or rather evidence, lets say: clear sign
That son with a compelling love
took over the heart of fortune
not over his unfortunate dad
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