Magyar Poems
Hungarian poems, translated or written by mc losh. Read by you.
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Ember: küzdj és bízva bízzál!
Dawn on the boulevard
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Sunday, 27 October 2019
Fire
Make plans, make plans, make plans
-- that's all I've got
A bath, fresh air, fresh air
Leave naught that's fresh to rot
A fire, need fire, some fire
-- spit iron toast
Take care, my veil, beware
Don't step on something lost
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