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translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) Upał. Słońce wodzi ostrzem
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Ravenwood
Heat. The sun's blade fondles
naked shoulders, calico skirts
cling to thighs... Where's the
torrent of words, gentlemen?
Where's the tide, tide, tide?
naked shoulders, calico skirts
cling to thighs... Where's the
torrent of words, gentlemen?
Where's the tide, tide, tide?
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