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Yet the fall! If I

I suffer, suffer a fall puddle,

The sadness of the past life,
I know that tomorrow will be better

. I'll take a thousand plans
Tomorrow: Nothing
late. My coffin still noise in the woods.
He - a tree. He nurses the nest.

I like a madman, not catching
Any wave. Yet, nevertheless,
When I fall in love again,
Again mad to shiver.

I know that will longing
And friendship, love and disturbing the,
Desperate, I'm a stranger - in itself I find

. But in a fight between him
And yet in me, who is the life glorified,
I will judge his own.
And will this fight inequality.





Author: František Grubin
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