I remember a spacious room
I remember a certain door
I can picture tables, not chairs
Save for one, I think it had wheels
Old people with which you lived
I loved you though I struggle to remember any details
I know you had gray hair. I think it might have been curly.
You always seemed so happy and happy to see me
When you left I didn't understand
I saw your face, how could you not be there?
I was the youngest one
So memories of you may die with me
Will memories die when I die
Or will they live on with a song
The tables, the door, and the chair
And especially you, Grandma
Does it matter if you can't picture it?
I'm not sure if even I remember right
But now maybe she exists
If not heard nonetheless
Will memories die when I die
Or will they live on with a song
The tables, the door, and the chair
And especially you, Grandma
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