Where lemon trees grow on stone... It is this moment, when you know that you will never be alone again. Wherever you go and whoever comes and goes, this strangely familiar soul will always be with you now. This moment where you first saw how her fire burned and blazed with this unyielding strength, that we call life. How she sat there, so bright that the world couldn't help but shine with her. This moment where she touched your soul and her light brought the light of the world into your heart. Where you look out into the day, grey from the night. Where the sun tenderly grasps the trees, drips into your room and where the fireflies dance in an ocean of light. When the first leaves go with the wind and in every drop, every pore of this moment you see her light. Then you can't feel lonely anymore. Life knows it's time of rage When the seas of torment cast their waves upon your shore and you stand, helplessly, in the play of the tides and death greets you like an old friend. And you take her hand. And for a tiny endless moment, you two fly above to the peak of the kingdom, the kingdom of childhood where nobody dies.
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