Hans Rustad I was just a boy of nine years when my father died, I remenber this song with his eyes looking at my face, I remember how he kissed my forehead. I remember his hands caressing my face, His protection, inhis big hands. Dear Dad, I love you, hope you find u a day, walking along […]
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