Apparently they were very close in the past.
She looks and sounds sympathetic; so little happiness.
The three wishes. Did none became true?
Almost one, an amber.
A few birds are signing. I lay my ear against the vibration.
The colors make sound, a misty poem, a moment not own.
The chimney smokes softly; time is nothing, time is all.
Answer when your friends call.
Back to the pillows, back to the bed.
Don't worry things ahead.
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