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Soundtrack: HIM - wicked game (Chris Isaak cover)


A soft but persistent murmur ripped a Sunflower out of drowsiness and a few pushes in a row made it go away completely. With a yawn the sunflower turns its head and notices with amusement that it's dark yet; the whole field is sound asleep knowing that the hours before the dawn are the sweetest ones, except for one sunflower, which was diligently rubbing its petals with its leaves.

'Hey, why don't you sleep? It's at least three hours before it dawns.'

'I'm getting ready to meet the sun,' Answered the flower still smooting the petals.

'Baby, I hate to break your heart but there are hundreds and hundreds same sunflowers around you. Moreover the sun is way too high even to notce you. Just go and get your sleeping hours left.'

'I don't need the sun to see me,' answered the flower while washing its leaves in the morning dew, 'it will feel my light when it comes just as we do with its warmth.'

'Trust me, if you stop it the sun doesn't and will still return the next day.'

'It will return, but in this case not to me anymore.'


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