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"It is worth struggling for Love

Our days are like grass

We bloom like flowers on a meadow

But soon the wind blows and we are gone

And there is no longer any trace of us in the places we knew

Only WHEN WE LOVE... WE ARE ETERNAL!"

и се сетих за друга дума :

Вечност.

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