I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing,

Look at the stars,

Still I call it magic, when I’m with you,

When you feel so tired but you cant sleep,

You’re so far away,

If you never try, you’ll never know,

You’re a sky full of stars,

Look how they shine for you,

I came along, I wrote a song for you,

I will try, to fix you.

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A dark playground where the metal is dark green, the seats on the swings are leaf-trimmed little strawberries. Just small enough so you can swing your feet.

It’s in an old mansion’s courtyard. Invisible from the outside, it lives in the garden in the center of the grounds.

The gardener leaves it alone. Nothing grows there anyway. The families that come and go have children that play there. But the parents themselves have never set foot there.

Then, a young couple inherits the home. The woman’s father having just passed, his will leaving her the land with the mansion. Without children, the couple pay no attention to the playground in the garden with the strawberry swings. 

Once they started arguing about what to do with the place, with their lives, and where to look for new friends now that they lived far from the buzz of a city, the woman found herself drawn to the swings seeking space from the man. 

He would come down and find her, sadly swinging there without her feet leaving the ground. He would take the open swing and they would talk through their misunderstanding. 

The day he saw her sitting on the swing without swinging, he thought he had truly upset her. But when he approached, she wasn’t even breathing. She had died somewhere between now and slamming a door in his face just a minute ago. What happened? 

Panic stricken, he buried her beneath the strawberry swings. Then he sat on one and grieved. He didn’t see the gardener pick up the shovel, and swing it towards his head.

Fin