Moja dziewczynko z porcelany,kiedyś to mi się stłukła?Te białe ptaki to są słowa,którymi czas o okno stuka.Na żółtych kartkach ręce drżą,wzbiera zmarłymi słowikami,gdy w wielkiej lirze huczy bąkjak w wieczór-w śmierć zaplątany

-Krzysztof Kamil Baczyński

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