Nine PM | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) Dziewiąta,
-
Ula eM
Nine PM,
the bells go...
"Ave Maria, gratia plena..."
The hour is grey and evening is good.
The sleep snuggles down like a cat.
the bells go...
"Ave Maria, gratia plena..."
The hour is grey and evening is good.
The sleep snuggles down like a cat.
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