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Monsters merge and welter through the water's mounting
Din. All hands, stand fast! A sailor sprints aloft,
Hangs, swelling spider-like, among invisible nets,
Surveys his slowly undulating snares, and waits.

— Adam Mickiewicz

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Sound as a burrow'd marmot he slept
On the straw where he'd tumbled fully-dressed that night.

Będę o to Pana Boga pytać,
On to wszystko zapisał, wszystko mnie opowie.

In spring's own country, where the gardens blow,
You faded, tender rose! For hours now past,
Like butterflies departing, on you're cast
The worms of memories to work you woe.

Ja i ojczyzna to jedno.
Nazywam się Miljion — bo za milijony
Kocham i cierpię katusze.

Lithuania, my country! You are as good health;
How much one should prize you, he only can tell, Who has lost you...

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