Don’t say: We have come now to the end.
White shores are calling–you and I will meet again.
And you’ll be here in my arms, just sleeping.
Today my wife and I found out that we lost our unborn child. (S)he was still 6 months away from seeing the light of day, but we already loved her/him.
(Note: This version of the song is not me or my wife, I just liked this version.)
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