"Now, my dear daughter let us sleep unto the dreams" I whispered on her ears. "Across the ocean the princess' father owns a piece of land surrounded by dwarf hills. Winter with her beloved sun, decorates the valley with golden dew drops. The wandering wind whistles looking at them and escapes with his naughty smile! Mesmerized, when you remain at the balcony of our little palace, birds sing good morning to you, little princess".
I could see her sleepy eyelids dropping down, still pleading "…and then? ? ? "
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