uncial letters IV-X century uncial ***
color ink and gold ink *** Colour and gold
I sit in a tree
And you still do not know
What I plan
bloom in spring Large grow up
sweetest of the sweetest ladies I
captivate you in the nose slightly
połaskoczę
warm scent of the leaves
swinging high
Forest eye to Mr.
There are only about me, do you think you
reaches his hand for me
leans backward branch of a soft
you do not eat me, sir,
Bom szpakowi promised!
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