Spiders, My Lodgers, | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) Pająki powoli schodzą się
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Ula eM
Spiders, my lodgers,
slowly gather for winter.
It was a year of plenty.
Mosquitoes, stupid, want to stay, too.
They will stay as dessert.
slowly gather for winter.
It was a year of plenty.
Mosquitoes, stupid, want to stay, too.
They will stay as dessert.
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