Some times ago, that inside (in the tulip itself) were hiding joyful, bright moments, awakening harmful light. But no one could get the color ... closed forever ... stood the tulip so loudly and proudly on its sturdy stem. Many have tried to open it with force, but without result. This troubled them a lot and pitifully they wept a weeping cry. They wept for a long time, the ground took over with my countless tears ... but the flower was not a drop of spite. You were proud of them. One day, a child torn, poor you sang a happy joy. It was not bad for anyone (it wore a pure heart). She saw the tulip and said, "God, why is it closed? ", then touched the bell with his fingers and the flower shone in a moment. The color was red, pink ... and the sun shone again, shining everywhere, joyful in angry, sick souls. The tears of people stopped falling and there was a laugh ... Here, your hands are well, perfect the world how they changed for a moment.
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