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from 18.10.04 you are
guest
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Day or night - mother, father - I will still stand
in the crackle of shots, me, the soldier, the poet, the dust of time.
I will go further - this from you I got: I am not afraid of death,
still carrying bunches of desires like the burned roses.
(K.K.Baczyński "To parents") |
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