I Shake off Sadness from my Arms | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) Smutek otrzepuję z ramion
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Marta Murawska
I shake off sadness from my arms
Comb off bad thoughts from my hair
Glue a smile in front of the mirror
Powder my nose with hope.
I am ready.
Comb off bad thoughts from my hair
Glue a smile in front of the mirror
Powder my nose with hope.
I am ready.
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