His parents were already in bed and asleep.
The Wind blew in gusts and shook the windows.
At times the room would suddenly be lit by moonbeams.
The young man would thrash around while remembering the stranger.
No, it's not those treasures.
No, it's the blue flower, that i'm dying to discover.
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