They Were Good Gloves | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) To były dobre rękawiczki,
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Alina Gołecka
They were good gloves
warm with Norwegian pattern.
She saw mountains and fiords in them.
Now she will buy black, cold ones.
As a mourning, she will cut their fingers.
warm with Norwegian pattern.
She saw mountains and fiords in them.
Now she will buy black, cold ones.
As a mourning, she will cut their fingers.
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