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Hall, how you are full of ceiling! It goes where the flooring is Land prepares for giant flooding and drinks the palms of oases Hold the things before they will fly Today's swirl isn't mute Get tied down with endlessly high torment to your inside root To your cisterns of claims that die being pecked through liver's shell by fierce eagle which would **** dry the water, drinks, pail as well.
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Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 2:44 AM UTC
"The Storm" by J. Orten (1919-1941)
Hall, how you are full of ceiling! It goes where the flooring is Land prepares for giant flooding and drinks the palms of oases Hold the things before they will fly Today's swirl isn't mute Get tied down with endlessly high torment to your inside root To your cisterns of claims that die being pecked through liver's shell by fierce eagle which would **** dry the water, drinks, pail as well.
Written May 29, 1941 Original in Czech: https://cs.wikisource.org/wiki/Zcest%C3%AD/Bou%C5%99ka
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