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Sweetness

Now that only the silence surrounding all this, I think that everything could be different , have 'another life, another breath, and even an' other happiness. I guess while I fall asleep in your arms of white wool, and laid his head in his feathers that you chose to rock, all this will vanish. I flatter myself that the wool is transformed into flesh and feathers in hair, bones, and I seem to hear a voice that speaks to me gently so as to make me cry. Here, everything is back. We can hear the sound of flowers blooming.