Dear Sir, I ... | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) Bo ja, proszę pana,
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Tomasz Nowacki
Dear sir, I...
do not cry at all.
I'll manage with and without you.
I'll go to the kitchen & chop an onion
to explain my tears all through.
do not cry at all.
I'll manage with and without you.
I'll go to the kitchen & chop an onion
to explain my tears all through.
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