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Dedicated to my big brother, Robert Pekrul
When one of us hurts,
The other one cries.
How can this be?
He's my brother.
When one needs some help,
The other one tries
To help if he can.
He's my brother.
We grew up together,
But not for so long,
He moved away
When I was young.
But now more than ever,
He's there when I call,
He's more than a friend,
He's my brother.
It's a special relationship,
One can't describe,
It goes beyond
Borders and time.
I'll always be thankful,
And never regret,
The times I can spend
With my brother.
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