Do you still remember when we were little?
We were playing in the park,
And you asked me what happens when you die.
I said you forget everythingeverything.
Even you? you asked.
Yes, even me.
You did not want to die. Never forget.
The remains of what we used to have were taken away with the softest squeeze.
How did I forget? How.

Ólafur Arnalds

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