K.Gałczynski - O sierpniu.docx

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            I                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Stanęły pod mym oknem                                                                                                                              jak wiejscy muzykanci                                                                                                                                            gwiazdy,                                                                                                                                                          zielonooki                                                                                                                                                          sierpień po sadzie tańczył,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Księżycem całowany                                                                                                                                            sad się rozrzewniał,                                                                                                                                            lekki był i cygański                                                                                                                                            taniec sierpnia.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Raz złocistość w korze drzew drżała,                                                                                                                to cień ją płoszył.                                                                                                                                             Ludzie mrużyli, noc otwierała oczy.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    II                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Zaciemniły się świerki              ,                                                                                                                              nad każdym wzeszła gwiazda,                                                                                                                              noc jak ty, przytula i rozchmurza;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        światło zorzy dalekiej              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