The Night Is Spilt Like Ink | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) Noc się rozlała jak atrament,
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jacek bogdan
The night is spilt like ink,
lots of clouds over the hills...
It's all gone, why the fuss to blink?
Shadow goes after shadow
at dusk chills...
lots of clouds over the hills...
It's all gone, why the fuss to blink?
Shadow goes after shadow
at dusk chills...
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