tell me and call the willow tree... night upon the abyss and a longing beneath
dream of falling, fear of betrayal; wish upon countless falling starts
recall the past – this faraway gaze drifting along the moonlit horizon

but that is not what I meant at all,

“Now then, let us begin. When we are at the end of the story, we shall know more than we know now…”

This is one of my favorite children’s story… I must have heard it more than ten times as a child, in various languages. Oh, how I sometimes wish it was read to me once again.