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“A lot of black where blue and green occasionally became visible,” she said.
“Ya,” the day they stole the girl,
my friend, our friend, water leaks,
you took her without asking.

Of course, you will not ask,
that’s why we feed you with stone,
warm stone, hot stone is better, tasty with fire.
I stole the plant too and it died.
It’s a bad intention.

I believe, I believe,
you think the blue is good, the green too,
but I love the black most.

That night, I saw you the green again:
1,2,3,4,5, you always come with another 1,2,3,4,5.

Singing in the window:
I told her I kicked one of you down the bridge,
otherwise, I got killed.
Some hours after it happened,
I worried they come again.
I told myself:
“The first thing I have to do is not to let you in, it’s the last area you can come in, no way.”

The night, after that night,
I saw cats at night.