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Trees cry for rain
And mountains for air.
So cry my eyes
For you, dear Mother;
So cry my eyes
For you, dear Mother.
I turn and I ask what will become of me.
In Polish lands
I am destined to die.
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Whoever reads it, his heart laughs.
About the invasion of the Swedes
Therefore you should buy [this booklet] / And don’t run away from it.
Thus you will see / What signs and wonders took place in…