When a flower sings the spring's anthem,
I am thinking about words,
I am thinking, this is not about them,
that song is like a thousand swords.
I am thinking, if it's just me or people are blind,
if it's normal hold the knife,
and talking about flowers and wine
if it's just me or it's just a life.
When a flower sings the song of spring,
I found out, the people change,
but they really don't think,
that there are people, who can revenge.
And when the flower finishes it's song,
people forgot, that creatures like me are weirder,
they forgot, they can be wrong,
they forgot, that after all will return the winter.
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Zbierka XI.II.
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