Heinrich was sitting in a field, holding gänseblümchen, daisy once more. He sat down and looked at her with a smile, brushing her hair away from her forehead so he could look at her beautiful eyes once more. The only time he could smile and feel what his face was expressing was in his dreams when he was with gänseblümchen, daisy again but he knew she was dead, even in his dreams so he could only cry.
"Heinrich, why are Du crying?" gänseblümchen, daisy asked softly, looking up at him.
"Because I'm alone Daisy." Heinrich whispered out.
"You have to let me go, it wasn't your fault Heinrich." gänseblümchen, daisy sagte back to him, reaching back up but as...
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