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V plnom prúde sa dotknem leta
v hlave bzučiaci úľ
čo tupo bolí
snažím sa ohýbať stvoly
Chceli by ma zožať
čakajú na sladké plody
ale iba šumí les
v ktorom som stratila cestu
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In the very flow of the summer
there is a buzzing hive in my head
hurting bluntly
I am trying to bend my spikes
They would like to mow me
waiting for the sweet fruit
But the woods are humming
The ones I lost my path in
