When the moonlight shines in the cold summer evening,
her words comes to me like a hymn unending.
The stories of night and day,
which keeps my worries away.
Unicorns and fairies begin to make their surprising appearance,
while she tells me of life and endurance.
While her voice fills my waiting ears,
her eyes blazed with joyful tears
In her stories, we traveled the seven seas,
in her stories, we cast out all our fears.
All of this is her magic,
and all of it's endings are not very tragic.
But the time came when her stories had ended,
Bringing me into a state of silence.
She rested inside the chambers of heaven,
Where my mind and heart is always uncertain
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