Two cities I love
I was born in a place covered with green,
From pine - trees higher in the mountain chain,
Down to wide plain with my city in between;
My love for that beauty never will get drain.
The city I live now is not green, is excelsior,
In the gray here looks like I'm the only one pine - tree,
From new climate I'm forced to get doctor,
Resinous my skin, less fresh air, that's it, allergy.
Still I love you so much my dearest new love,
Encircled with blue waters from ocean and river,
But from my deep eyes, I'm sending a dove,
To the first city I love, but I'm not going to whimper.
How can I help that small city more to grow up,
How can I help this biggest city get more green?
What if I grow up verses from basement to top,
And built a pine - tree bridge from Korēa to Brooklyn?
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Thjeshtesia dhe modestia i ben njerezit me te perparuar.
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Nė jetė, duhet pasur vullnet e durim tė mirat vijnė pastaj
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Happiness in intelliggent people is the rarest thing I know!
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