Fly high, newborn Martlet.
You must live, step forward to
Future Moon soon will be full.
Give all to get enough.
Someday it won't be dark
To spark a morning air
With breath forest leaves.
One hope with joy
Fulfills ones wish.
That day she's ready for...
Believe, believe, believe...
Fly high
© Copyright: Михаил Бан, 2015
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