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Devoted
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to Sandra from Holland
and
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Pedro from Peru
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There is a special bond between some people
In case they know someone else just like themselves.
In their minds it creates a dome with steeple
Adorned by patterns - residence for elves.
They are true friends of yours
Those kindhearted
- All whom you'd like to have beside you
Every day.
They build walls of the castle which you've started
By adding bricks
Made of fine magic clay.
Their laugh and smiles for you.
They meet each other.
No quarrels, fighting.
No slaves or Lords.
And every one of them loves you like brother
Or sister should, not using angry words.
Being under pressure
Our ties are stronger.
No dates of death, but only joys of birth.
But if it STRIKES - we are remembered longer.
Do you believe in miracles on Earth?
That fortress grows large becoming smarter
And they will never die through thick and thin,
These words of friendship,
Tiny keepers of Great Charter -
Engraved as runes or cuneiform of human being.
So many books on History's been written
In stone, marble, pencil.
My way lays
To show a path to Tver from Gaul or Britain,
Embraced with ice of cold wintry days.