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She spoke to me in Polish
Which I didn't understand
So she sat and drew me pictures
In that hot and beachy sand
She drew me pictures of heartache
Drew me pictures of despair
Scenes of joy and longing
Scenes of love and care
Her pictures made me realise
Self pity was so very wrong
My thoughts of self destruction
I found were suddenly gone
She spoke to me in Polish
Looked deeply into my eyes
Then disappeared there before me
Much to my surprise
No sign of her existence
In that strange and foreign land
Except there at my feet
Stirred and ruffled sand

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