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What luck I can pick
berries in the wood
I thought
there is no wood no berries.

What luck I can lie
in the shade of a tree
I thought trees
no longer give shade.

What luck I am with you
my heart beats so
I thought man
has no heart.


Translated by Adam Czerniawski 

Added: 25 Mar 2002 | Last Read: 6 Sep 2008 5:10 PM | Viewed: 2199 times

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