By Roman Mironov
Look into the eyes of parents, I say,
Only look carefully, I pray so,
They are sad, when you're offended them,
Though they're hiding that in earnest.
And their eyes glare with hope,
They fence you from grief all time,
And they fight for you without horror,
If some things go not so fine.
Look into the eyes of parents, I say,
How their love could be measured?
They are your keeping angels,
Though you don't believe in that.
Look into their living eyes,
And remember them for long, forever,
They are happy and all the time,
When you fill them with yourselves.
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