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The Farm

   "Mamo, nie placz, nie."
I'll come home, someday
This passion pulls
I am weak from sorrow
This passion steals
I am exhausted from breathing
"No, mother ... do not weep."
I'm a good boy now
I know that love
you
once told me about
Your face was pale
They put blood into your arm
You smiled to touch my face
I understood then
that I would understand
now
It is all I really understand
It is all I really know,
to be true
I tried to run away
but I only
ran closer
Your hand was cold
No one likes sadness
that's why you smiled
They put blood in your arm
The sun was shining through your
window
It made
an iridescent glow
around you
Many people were sad,
but you smiled
"Mamo, nie placz, nie."

Only joy remains
After sorrow


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