Grandma is sleeping in her bed one of her thin hands lies on the quilt with long, beautiful fingers Her bed is in an empty room nobody there except a young lady from the past with long, beautiful fingers Grandma can't speak or sing even she can't see a thing still she has thin hands with long, beautiful fingers The young lady used to sing she used to speak cheerfully cook delicious food for mealtimes with her long, beautiful fingers Grandma is sleeping in her bed her long, beautiful fingers on the quilt out fly three white doves not true beauties, just shadows Fide ERKEN
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