~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~. The war is passed. Now she tells him again. You should fetch the plans. The [. ], the [. ] you see. Leeway. Like the sun over the closing door.
She lifts the flowers from the window box. Summers flowers now winter flocks. She lifts her veil to the morning rain. Hides her eyes from the sun again.
Well, I'm back, what do you cry for?. When I'm dead, will you cry more?. Well, I'm back, what do you cry for?. When I'm dead, will you cry more?. . This has been a sequel.