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translated poem:
jak ci lutnę (wiatr_w_oczy)
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Moderator: Michał Zabłocki
Go, get yourself stuffed by an upholsterer
However in need of a propeler
You must as always start from scratch
Density of you speech makes no match
I cannot brace myself to ask my tutor
Maybe the Rector could be my suitor
If not, I'll go and see the Dean
First thing in the morning, he's never mean
And once I defend my thesis on mites
I'll stick my index book in-between your eyes
Just to remind you of my civil rights :)
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