All empires have gone,
even such brilliant as Great Britain,
the oldest and glorious cities
after thousands years
have emptied and crushed their pallaces
for dusts condition again.
Even stars on the sky have died,
and constellations gradually
deformed their shapes.
Even uneverce fears us with calamity
meeting with Black Hole or others spaces monsters.
But only our love never die and change
and creates again marwellous worlds and stories!
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