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The river Thames…
Its runs it’s grace through patient heart of London city.
It crosses line, that no one can really see,
You step aside and see one life
You cross the bridge and images from other side (of mirror) you see…
You never saw them crossing line,
You never crossed a line too.
One side wouldn’t do it in a years, prefer to straggle in sorrow and despair,
Another one not welcome there.
For heart not carried for that, who was not born with lucky star
One side is nothing for attention, is nothing to care for,
And other one –  has everything for life without worries and pain.
But if you look with all your heart inside these windows at night,
You see the happiest of moments, which other side will never really know…
They don’t have all shine and glamour look from other side of Thames,
But cost of little happy second is impossible to count,
That’s why they really care,
That’s why they really live
And even if they struggle and have had times
They are better and warmer inside then anyone from other side can (possible) be.