Look, the violin.
Something is wrong.
You lie in there.
I don’t feel strong.
But the case is,
you shall be fine.
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The Case is Closing…
Midnight Dancer from Saigon
The sun goes high beyond the roofs as it’s the time for a morning soup.
When we look down, we hear the sounds of robin’s chirps, dancing in groups.
“Midnatt iskrem. Dans, dans med meg! Midnatt iskrem. Dans, dans med meg!”
But the guy sleeps in. He won’t wake up. Tears on his chin, heavier than they look.
Yes, he’s tired.
