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    Польский (Polska)



Ten, co wieżę buduje, upadnie,
Będzie straszny, jak myśl szybki lot
I gdzieś, w studni światowej, tam na dnie
Przeklnie brak wyobraźni i los.

Ten, co burzy, zostanie zgnieciony
I rozwalin przywali go gruz,
Taki ktoś, Bogiem już opuszczony
O swej męce rozpłacze się w głos.

A wchodzący do ciemnej pieczary
Lub idący przez chaszcze i mrok
Może spotkać drapieżnej pantery
Złowróżebny, jak miecz ostry wzrok.

Dola nasza przetacza się krwawo,
W planach niebios ziemianin jak śmieć.
Ale milcz: Niezbywalne jest prawo —
By samemu wybierać swoją śmierć.

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