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194. 67 / 43 / 18 from lara's hype eng vol. M. Web player, likes, and session sync: https://lare.m-d-r-n.com/play/194 Telegram post: https://telegram.me/lara_just_in_case/286 Lyrics: [Verse 1] You would have turned sixty-seven today, you stopped at forty-three and stayed. But in my head you're barely past eighteen — a teenager, a myth, a cornerstone, a question. Two thirds of my life I've been patching up what you ran out of time to hand me — safety, health, how to read your own body, things I learned the hard way, mostly. [Chorus] You live inside me like a mythic thing, sharp tongue, wide curiosity, bordeaux. I drop you into every modern context — you'd have found the angle, I just know. All you planted somehow grew through the years, all you couldn't finish, I'm still walking toward. I want to take my little Sanya the whole way, not leave her in the middle — that's my word. [Verse 2] I picture it: a weekday kitchen table, sunflower seeds, translation theory, poems. I miss the people who just talk like that — and I never quite became one, that stings. You used to say the world keeps speeding up and you were losing your footing — I get it. But now that I'm a mother barely holding on, I'm starting to understand how you did it. [Chorus] You live inside me like a mythic thing, sharp tongue, wide curiosity, bordeaux. I drop you into every modern context — you'd have found the angle, I just know. All you planted somehow grew through the years, all you couldn't finish, I'm still walking toward. I want to take my little Sanya the whole way, not leave her in the middle — that's my word. [Outro] Happy birthday, Mum. Have a glass with Dad. Love you.