A traditional Hungarian country poem

(Author is unknown)

Think of me when you hold the new bread

And Spring runs through the garden

Think of me when the shivering Fall

Crawls into the dry leaves

Wild roses are wilting, sadness is blooming

Winter snow dwells in all houses

Think of me and the clouds will flee

Once again, the heart is hungry for light

The Summer is in your blue eyes….

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