Do you remember? you, me, Tatania and Juniper,
on the mountain above the city,
the glorious warmth and the spring flowers,
how Tatania sang, her exquisite voice which
we loved so much, how we felt then,
the softness, the beauty,
the feeling of eternity,
how even the birds wanted to be with us
and kept hopping closer and closer,
how Juniper pointed out the white cloud
that looked like Aristotle.
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