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I often strolled along the narrow Moscow alleys,
They will remember me because we often talked.
We saw how gracefully the domes meet beryl skies,
How gentle light revived the past of oldest rows. 

Like sisters, shared we the best of our stories,
The ones we promised always keep inside.
I memorized the beauty of your golden seasons,
You gifted me most splendid of your sights. 

Remember me, my steps, my words, my whisper,
And keep for me the spirit of your solemn streets.
Remember me, my older, wiser sister,
You are my vital part, you always will be missed.

September 2012