Leti ko lišće što vir ga vije
za let si, dušo, stvorena.
Za zemlju nije, za pokoj nije
cvijet što nema korijena.
I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me. . . I'd like to be the help you've always been glad to be; I'd like to mean as much to you each minute of the day, as you have meant, old friend of mine, to me along the way...
Hvala ti, F., za sve... Volim te do neba i nazad. Sretan rođendan, ljubice!