A/N: This chapter, as well as the next one (Chapter 4 coming soon) were based on an episode of Robert Ashley's "Perfect Lives". I love that show.

–The Girl With Birds–

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This song is dedicated to Dafyi, and the model is: "Not impossible, but very unlikely"; and the interpretation is: "You can't see me wooing someone and giving them flowers and chocolate, I like chocolate myself and I'd rather be who I am than someone else, and truth is, we all pretend to be someone else when we're in the company of someone we know nothing about. You're supposed to be silly when in love, that's how it happens.

We try our best to offer the right impressions in order to be accepted, sweeping anything that is bad under the rug and other things you don't need to do when you're eating chocolate on your own, though sometimes I feel alone and there is no bar of chocolate that can take me away from this plane of existence to the next one.

I suppose everyone else is alone too, so why even try to build relationships if they won't last? I mean, what are the odds that I ever fall in love?

Not impossible, but very unlikely. This is a song about Moominvalley and the people who live in it, or on it.

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I'm waiting for the dawn to come,

Only tomorrow I'll be able to forget

All the things I have once said

To someone I thought to be a friend of mine.

How come a view can become so twisted?

I got so carried away,

Yet I'll never forget how I saw flowers

Growing with every step you made.

Sunlight offers a warm embrace

And a reasoning I haven't felt

When a strange motion teared me apart,

I had no idea what to feel inside.

It only seems like an hour or so

Since I looked into your soul,

The clouds seemed so bright

As we stood beneath an open sky.

It's hard for me to explain,

Something within your deep green eyes

Made me realize

I thought I could lead a life on my own.

Maybe I was mistaken

And never before have I felt so empty,

My words came out strange

Almost as if I was deranged.

I have seen your bliss before,

Shadows dancing in the twilight.

Time passes by and like a river I'm flowing,

I don't know where I'm going.

It isn't right for you to be my enemy

When I worked hard to give you

all the things that you need,

And almost anything that you see

Is but a flawed picture of me

That I did not intend to show at all.

Could we talk again?

Or can we just pretend

That we had something to borrow,

No more or less,

There's nothing left

For what used to be special.

I thought we were friends

And I wish we were given the chance for us to make amends,

But I'm growing tired of waiting for you to say goodbye.

"Don't you even have me on your mind", that's your reply

And so everything fell apart like we never met

Or crossed each other's paths.