This is a such a pretty song. Beautifully sad.
“You would hide yourself in a shroud, as your hair started falling out, when you took off your dressing gown, Sophie, your mother was dressed in black, with a lock of your hair in her hand, and I know there was no turning back, Sophie”
Be thankful for what you have today. Share that gratitude.
BGDG.
everything, etc. 