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I rode my horse Mang and went to the village, to the place where you used to sell my flowers.

You were not there so I heade out to an old woman sitting there.

At first, she was wary when she saw my mask and knew my identity.

But, when I asked her about my glarious lady, the change in her features caused me a stomachache.

The tears poured down from her eyes flooded my heart.

You are gone!

And I did nothing.

"What I can do in this garden, in this world, I boom a pretty flower that looks like you and breathes as the me that you know."

Shyly and full of fear.

Now, I am on my horse on my way to the castle and the voice of the old woman is repeating inside my mind deeply and loudly.

"She died of poverty, of hunger and of cold.
Selling flowers did not survive her."

Now, there is nothing in my hands that were holding your unique flower.

You ar gone.

But I still want you.

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