Once many sorrows…

Once many sorrows
They tied us.
Then we met the day together
The azure hour.
And evening gas. Hladeli hands,
among the lights
We walked under the fading sounds
sad days.
Now - for the Mladá flour
I'd give my life…
ABOUT, if re-live arm
Pressed to her lips!

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