You were eternal and unique, over all times and storms evil. Beautiful summer. Better winter! Smiling and swimming in tears ... Careful mom in countless days. With legends dear and with bad happenings. Smiling through the sunny winters and crying in autumn days. Stand up high in the heavens, to the Lord are your tops, you are stunned by the people in your hearts, in joyful and sad hours. In trails and meadows and in the springs, in the wild forests and in the centuries turbulent the glory of your days is hidden. And now you are grayed out, you touch the human hands ... But you gave to my kind of life, and he bore you, wood, from the heart! Even if she fell or won, for us you are Sun and Stars ... You as a mother, with your kind people! Cry with us - and we are glad!
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