Chapter 3
And be faith at
ourselves''
We said, "What
about colors!"
He said," Colors!
Colors!
Are acceptable or
refused in matter"
We said, "Is it a
joke?"
He said, "You make
a trick!
I will demand my friends
Of butter flies and
roses
They will make it
colored"
We said in astonishment,
"What?"
The boy said," 'it
will be built by clouds
Big clouds over clouds
The clouds will be
strongest
It will be against any
bad thing
It will bear the wind
Its beauty over any
mind
It will be a peace of
smart
It is over any thought
It will big and wide
Its fresh air and water
Will be more and more
The green will be at
every side
The roses grow in clear
and right
Its windows open at red
and white
Roses to make the life
is fine
Open the right window
You will smell basil
If you open the left
You will smell the mint
If you want say a
violet rose
You must go at forward
If you want to see the
white rose
You must go backward
The walls will be
limpid"
We said, "Wait,
and wait
Why is the window
placed?
What its benefit?
If the walls are
limpid"
He loved and
said,"
To have two things
Can't be gotten before
the solids
First the smell and
modes
Second the spirit of
the plants
That can be gotten
And evaluate great
worth"
The old man laughed and
said,''
That as the princess
Who loved the poor man
The king was so angry
He wanted her to marry
The rich youth who was avid
She said she loved that
man
He ordered the painter
to draw
A picture like that man
In natural and good
shape
The artist was so good
He drew the man in mood
Like him even in small
thing
The king ordered to
marry that'
Rich man who got what
he wanted
And keep the draw in
its secret
Room, out of looking
The princess got ill
As the photo is not
like the natural
Her husband was dull
He spent his money in
hunting
He became so poor
He hunted her to get
worth
Then he dismissed her
out
She went in bad manner
The poor man knew
He hurried as the new
Spirit born at his mind
He was not afraid of
warn
He was not afraid to be
killed
He entered as mad one
When the paralyzed and
ill
Saw him, she stood
The king said she was
acted
As bad and ill
The doctor said,"
no dear!
She was truly ill"
The king said,
"She had a draw"
The wise said,"
the draw had not spirit
The origin is not as
imagine"
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