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She said she would atleast give me frequent indications of her presence, sighing upon me in the evening winds, or filling the air which I breathed with perfume from the censers of the angels.
with these words upon her lips, she yielded up her innocent life, putting an end to the first epoch of my own.
Years dragged along heavily, and all throughout I was still her in the valley of Many-Colored Grass.
why, why why?
The star-shaped flowers shrank into the stems of the trees, and appeared no more...
The grass became dead and faded...
And all of the ruby-red flowers withered away...
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