In a hunger returning to you, i have a love for, the ending lake a recess in afar, with our unrelenting expenditures found to the summoned count of visual warmth: Alice walked with Samuel Rabbit and held to time in a longing pour from the citrine colour flask, extracting Samuel Rabbit to find sometime for Chai Tea, they were between them and the stale sounds of home, had that where spring blossoms from the adjourning flowering poppies grow.

The all to fragrant tea, lasted till Rabbit fell under the spiraling sound of chatter, bringing to ask, in Alice, could they wave some tea for the expelled reflections of chattering along in the pier, lakes hidden voice of a deeply shy whirling song. Alice took Samuel Rabbit to look under the leading pier, and singing eddies, purl to a tone like no other, they intently watch the pooling sounding strong whirls of music.

Rabbit cupped the spooling water, with the flask of tea and refilled for there, they hear in long-shouts, where you be at Alice; so tidy in a fashion, Samuel Rabbit and Alice were lost to the wonderment in song; good-bye sound of enchantment, have you our chai for our beautiful lake, meet you-bye timing in the meek.