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translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) Biały fartuch, krew rozlana.
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Hippie Kid
White apron, blood spilled.
Nervous steps, coffee smiled.
No Breath, heart isn't beating.
Operation in progress, but
the patient isn't kicking.
Nervous steps, coffee smiled.
No Breath, heart isn't beating.
Operation in progress, but
the patient isn't kicking.
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