MICANA: Jasně, díky moc, jsou to tahle:
"Eternal process moving on,
From state to state the spirit walks;
And these are but the shattered stalks,
Or ruined chrysalis of one."
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"He is not there; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly through the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day."
Ale byla by to fest šťastná náhoda, ta báseň je dlouhá jak Lovosice...