The. End.

The. End.

And from that day forward, they lived
happily ever after.
The. End.

They had found one another again,
and swore not to live apart
another moment.
And from that day forward, they lived
happily ever after.
The. End.

This strange woman moves me
as no one ever has, he said
to himself.
They had found one another again,
and swore not to live apart
another moment.
And from that day forward, they lived
happily ever after.
The. End.

What a beautiful voice, he thought,
and how beautiful she sounds
crying over me.
This strange woman moves me
as no one ever has, he said
to himself.
They had found one another again,
and swore not to live apart
another moment.
And from that day forward, they lived
happily ever after.
The. End.

Here he was, spreadeagled in the snow,
and he heard her voice calling out,
please stay with me!
What a beautiful voice, he thought,
and how beautiful she sounds
crying over me.
This strange woman moves me
as no one ever has, he said
to himself.
They had found one another again,
and swore not to live apart
another moment.
And from that day forward, they lived
happily ever after.
The. End.

Her tears had collected in his footprints,
frozen in the cold. One day, he slipped
on his own steps.
Here he was, spreadeagled in the snow,
and he heard her voice calling out,
please stay with me!
What a beautiful voice, he thought,
and how beautiful she sounds
crying over me.
This strange woman moves me
as no one ever has, he said
to himself.
They had found one another again,
and swore not to live apart
another moment.
And from that day forward, they lived
happily ever after.
The. End.

She cried through autumn and winter,
sat outside and cried until the cold
drove her inside.
Her tears had collected in his footprints,
frozen in the cold. One day, he slipped
on his own steps.
Here he was, spreadeagled in the snow,
and he heard her voice calling out,
please stay with me!
What a beautiful voice, he thought,
and how beautiful she sounds
crying over me.
This strange woman moves me
as no one ever has, he said
to himself.
They had found one another again,
and swore not to live apart
another moment.
And from that day forward, they lived
happily ever after.
The. End.

She cried in the spring amidst the tulips
and clover. She cried in the
sticky summer heat.
She cried through autumn and winter,
sat outside and cried until the cold
drove her inside.
Her tears had collected in his footprints,
frozen in the cold. One day, he slipped
on his own steps.
Here he was, spreadeagled in the snow,
and he heard her voice calling out,
please stay with me!
What a beautiful voice, he thought,
and how beautiful she sounds
crying over me.
This strange woman moves me
as no one ever has, he said
to himself.
They had found one another again,
and swore not to live apart
another moment.
And from that day forward, they lived
happily ever after.
The. End.

He couldn’t remember her, so every day
he asked why she was so sad,
why she was crying.
She cried in the spring amidst the tulips
and clover. She cried in the
sticky summer heat.
She cried through autumn and winter,
sat outside and cried until the cold
drove her inside.
Her tears had collected in his footprints,
frozen in the cold. One day, he slipped
on his own steps.
Here he was, spreadeagled in the snow,
and he heard her voice calling out,
please stay with me!
What a beautiful voice, he thought,
and how beautiful she sounds
crying over me.
This strange woman moves me
as no one ever has, he said
to himself.
They had found one another again,
and swore not to live apart
another moment.
And from that day forward, they lived
happily ever after.
The. End.

He lived next to a girl who cried every day
since she was born, her eyes pink
as begonias.
He couldn’t remember her, so every day
he asked why she was so sad,
why she was crying.
She cried in the spring amidst the tulips
and clover. She cried in the
sticky summer heat.
She cried through autumn and winter,
sat outside and cried until the cold
drove her inside.
Her tears had collected in his footprints,
frozen in the cold. One day, he slipped
on his own steps.
Here he was, spreadeagled in the snow,
and he heard her voice calling out,
please stay with me!
What a beautiful voice, he thought,
and how beautiful she sounds
crying over me.
This strange woman moves me
as no one ever has, he said
to himself.
They had found one another again,
and swore not to live apart
another moment.
And from that day forward, they lived
happily ever after.
The. End.

There once was a boy with no memory.
He fiercely loved his routine, for
it always felt new.
He lived next to a girl who cried every day
since she was born, her eyes pink
as begonias.
He couldn’t remember her, so every day
he asked why she was so sad,
why she was crying.
She cried in the spring amidst the tulips
and clover. She cried in the
sticky summer heat.
She cried through autumn and winter,
sat outside and cried until the cold
drove her inside.
Her tears had collected in his footprints,
frozen in the cold. One day, he slipped
on his own steps.
Here he was, spreadeagled in the snow,
and he heard her voice calling out,
please stay with me!
What a beautiful voice, he thought,
and how beautiful she sounds
crying over me.
This strange woman moves me
as no one ever has, he said
to himself.
They had found one another again,
and swore not to live apart
another moment.
And from that day forward, they lived
happily ever after.
The. End.