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Lastovička - Jurička I (Martina) Someone’s said that girls envy my beauty, that all boys are charmed by my prettiness. But I really don’t think I am pretty. I’m like scarecrow from poppy-fields by lanes. I don’t need to be shown in big splendour and let people know what’s inside of me. Although my art demonstrates big power, the most people don’t notice or see me. I can’t guess, once will come long night that seems to come when on sky will be no young-moon. Long night will relieve me of all bad dreams. But I can’t guess if it can happen soon. I can’t guess of the beauty in my case. Sometimes very dangerous it can be. I can’t guess. I’ve got in me givenness. How