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"Otwierajcie wrota, idzie król z wojskiem..." (Open the gates, the king comes with his army).

They thought it was just a game of "London Bridge," passing under arched arms, but the old folks knew the truth: the Jawor was the guardian of the threshold between the world we see and the world that dreams. The Midnight Gate jawor_jawor_jaworowi_ludzie_piosenki_dla_dzieci...

Janek reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, wooden whistle his grandfather had carved. He placed it at the roots of the tree. The Sycamore People lifted their arms high, and for one brief moment, Janek stepped through. He saw a world of eternal golden afternoon, where his old dog was waiting, and the air smelled like wild honey. The Return "Otwierajcie wrota, idzie król z wojskiem

The Jaworowi Ludzie lowered their gaze to Janek. "To pass through," they whispered, their voices like rustling paper, "you must leave a piece of your shadow behind to keep the gate heavy." He placed it at the roots of the tree