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5 june 2011

Wstyd.

Wstyd.






Wytrzeszczone 
mam oczy,
wytrzeszczone 
po skronie,

harmonija, 
fajki dymek,
akordeon,
wódki spaw.

Boskie dusze
przepocone,
boskim Bogom
będzie wstyd,

a te serca 
kasztelany,
pijane, pijane!




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