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*fade in *
*start the scene*
you see a woman in a quiet moon-lit room
the room is old and emply
this place feels so lonley
the moon glows on the womans face
you cant see her eyes
you cant see any detail at all
just a desolate frown on her low-lit face
she is holding a bouquet of dead blackened roses
from over her sholders
you see two arms
they wrap tenderly around her neck
and again from the dark emerges somthing warm
a kind mans face
with a soft, gentle smile
and his lips caress her cheek
slowly the womans frown becoms a smile
and she turns her head
their lips meet
and time stops
together they look to the lifeless flowers
and together they blow upon them
their breath looks like a thosand souls escaping
the flowers explode into a thousand buterflies
dawn breaks over the hills
and bathes the room with a warm feel
the buterflies disolve into nothing
and the room is reborn
and so is the woman
*fade to white*
*end the scene*