[Asking Rue to choose her favorite song is difficult for a girl that likes all music. Yet a song comes quickly to her mind. She only knows one verse of it, but it's all she needs.
Her voice is pretty, light and airy as she recalls the lyrics, the tune.]
Deep in the meadow, under the willow A bed of grass, a soft green pillow Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes And when you awake, the sun will rise.
[By the last line, Rue's voice begins to crack, and she's sobbing by the last word.]
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[Asking Rue to choose her favorite song is difficult for a girl that likes all music. Yet a song comes quickly to her mind. She only knows one verse of it, but it's all she needs.
Her voice is pretty, light and airy as she recalls the lyrics, the tune.]
Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when you awake, the sun will rise.
[By the last line, Rue's voice begins to crack, and she's sobbing by the last word.]
Sorry... sorry...