Polish poetry
Truth
Like the sun of the soul
Every shadow of her light will move
To illuminate her knowledge
After he had our thoughts
Nobody would tempt us to be wicked
transforming
The magnitude of truth into the wickedness of our soul
We would never find her
Not this way
Not this goal
What a wicked thing
Dole wears
But the Truth. Power in the Truth will set us free
In which we will believe
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Polish, what in my refuge is my homeland - in our Polish poetry our spirit
What will the conscience of the Nation raise for us?
It is your time that is your breath which they want to finish like in Auschwitz or tryplice - brzezinka
No! It is your tribe in a real rebirth the time a new real Poland will raise a real Pole - get to know your time, what time it brings us
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All over again
As this love
To the homeland
In Truth
It was not a man who invented it
To fill it
Because how she
The pearl should stand
For nations.
Not in differences
Spirit
What God did not do
And a man borrowed from the valleys
From the masonic nest
Not this firecracker which makes a bang
Not this power
What does not have full power
But this freedom
What raises the truth
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Truth
What a light
You can surround yourself with a man
You are kidney
liver heart
and soul in humility
That she could eat bread from yours
holy hand
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