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Mother can sing, her lullaby

Mother can sing, her lullaby

frames and pictures

the piano turns red

disagreement

try to repair it

broken statue?

try to repair it

broken art piece?

do it once more

what else could there be?

it could be hidden

something

we can’t see but when can we see it again? where is it?

did the piano go?

the pictures, did you move them?

before the lullaby

I can hear it

where is it? I can listen

I listen

the orchids are here

tell them to leave


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