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I told him: how I envied the crows: that they could fly: when I saw them every evening
circling around the tower: and sliding on the battlements: "They are playing there! They slide
down that golden roof like on a toboggan: and happily croak at each other as they do so.." 

        Sometimes: we were only laying face to face: looked at each other:  I was playing with
the tassels on the carpet: and the wind passed between my fingers      - and sometimes: I just
listened to him - every night he brought to show me new color patterns: new ornaments:   "This
is according to your eyes: and this is your mouth: and this is line of your nape.."

        Yesterday I asked him: "Why did you fall in love with me like this?"   "Because you're
the most beautiful woman in the world: and when you looked at me then: I saw: that you're also
a prisoner.." 

        When I slid down from the roof into his arms:    I made sure that my skirt rolled up a
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