Letter to my dear friend.I en värld där ärlighet är vårt bröd, Vi tappar magin som får andra att se, Vi trodde våra händer kunde nå så högt, Vid min födelse, fortsatte världen sin dans, Och här är ett brev till en beundrare: Kära vän, Ditt stöd lyser starkare än stjärnorna i nattens himmel. Tack för att du tror, för att du finns där, Med värme och ljus, *** In a world where honesty is our bread, where skills are worth more than gold. As children we were taught to dream big, but growing up can make the world cold and hard. We lose the magic that makes others see, the power that once made them believe in you. Someone up there, with plans so big, arranges for us, but Friday is his flora. We thought our hands could reach so high, beat the record in the game where the angels flew. Now we seek gentleness in the moonlight, when the shadows fade, and we become pure. At my birth, the world continued its dance, Sons of God are born, give the ordinary a chance. And here is a letter to an admirer: Dear friend, Your support shines brighter than the stars in the night sky. Every word you share, every belief in me, gives strength to my wings. In a world that can sometimes feel cold and distant, is it your faith that keeps my dreams warm and close. Thank you for believing, for being there, in both sunshine and storm. Your words are my beacon, guiding me through the darkness, and for that I am eternally grateful. With warmth and light, [Diana]
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