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Dear Friend
From my cozy flat
White tea reminds me
Our little chats

Summer in Poland
Doesn’t look right
I’m looking forward
To see autumn light

How is London
How are You
I’m lying in a bed
With bloody flu

The old friends are older
With houses and cars
With well paid job
And children and cats

I feel like a stranger
In this fairytale
Like a creature without name
Called aunty, ma’am

Here I can speak the language
Which is mine
I can describe all details
Talk about passion, life

And I can be smart
I can be me
But no one needs advice
From someone who is free

I bought new guitar
Red and black
I took a photo
To show you what is what

I sing my songs
Trying to figure out
Are they good enough
To show them to the crowd

I really miss England
And my messy room
Here I miss things
Which there make me blue

And I’ve realized
Drinking tea with mum
I am a drifter
Between Home and Great Britain

And as long the suitcase
Is fully packed
That long I’ll be broken
With broken heart

Dear Robert B
I hope You’re ok
Kisses from far cottage
From the polish girl

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