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Til alle som løper for livet
Til alle som svømmer for livet
Til alle barna jeg har møtt
Til alle barna
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Hun heter Vannlilje. Vannliljer er vakre og har sterke, lange røtter som holder dem trygt fast, sier mamma.
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Hun er sammen med vennene sine.
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Hun kjenner den varme jorda under føttene.
Lufta lukter oregano og mandariner.
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Ryggen hennes er klam av svette. Blomstene likner tente fyrstikker. Fuglene letter fra trærne. Mamma roper på henne.
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Hånda til mamma skjelver. Mammas fingre dytter et brev og penger ned i lomma hennes. Mamma tar hendene hennes, klemmer hardt og slipper taket. Det smeller. Det smeller igjen. – Løp! Jeg kommer snart! roper Mamma.
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Det smeller bak henne.
En stor hånd tar hånda hennes.
De løper sammen gjennom byen.
– Løp videre! Ikke vær redd!
sier mannen og forsvinner.
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Det smeller igjen og igjen.
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Hun er redd. Hun puster røyk.
Hun løper. Løper og løper.
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Endelig ser hun havet og himmelen.
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Det er ingen på stranda.
En båt glir ut fra land.
Hun løper ut i det kalde vannet.