Tag: joy
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The Joy of Singing
It is not now important what anyone says / the grass is beautiful and sweet is the joy / of singing.
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Don’t Cry Child
Don’t cry child / autumn will not live long in our land / he is like a poor man who is blind / the wind leads him by his hand
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Every Day at Early Morning
Every day at early morning – / When I open the door to my day / I believe: / From today on I start to live
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Łódź
My friend the dreaming poet / is full of sunset wine, / On his flute he sadly plays / the song of loss of better days and time