Child: Do the children ever sing? The Beautiful: Alas, they do not sing but songs of woe and remembrance. Child: Do the children ever dance? The Beautiful: Alas, they can dance no more. Child: Do the children ever laugh? The Beautiful: Alas, their laughter can be heard no longer. Child: Do the children ever play? The Beautiful: Alas, their days of playing have long since ended. Child: Do the children ever sleep? The Beautiful: Alas, the children cannot sleep. They can only dream. Child: Do the children ever cry? The Beautiful: Alas, I do regret, they forever cry tears of sadness. Child: Do the children ever love? The Beautiful: Alas, they can love no more. Child: Do you love the children? The Beautiful: I love all of my children, yet I fear they cannot love me. Child: Do you love me? The Beautiful: I shall love thee forever, my dearest one. Sleep now, as we enter this endless memory together, and see thy death awakened… all in a moment…