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41 lines
1.1 KiB
Plaintext
memory field
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About comrades, the comrades sing.
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Were comrades were comrades in battle!
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Over the fate of the war over the country,
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Do not go through a war party.
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Were comrades! Were comrades!
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Under shells near prostrated themselves,
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Long remember the sky full of birds.
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swan voice
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Sailed over the sea of forests,
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Voices friends swan!
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I am now until the end of the path
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Memory field does not pass.
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Heaven above him high,
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Springs underneath deep
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There is no end to it the memory field.
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Where comrades of the unfading days?
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Hey comrades, comrades hey, hey!
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Where the shelves were terrible,
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Stars strike sharply on bayonets,
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There feather-grass, there feather-grass
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On the ground are, herbs stele followed.
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It's not hard to believe that there are comrades.
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Swans flying wedge of all,
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Yes feather grass rustles all
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All rustles the grass, all grass rustles.
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I am now until the end of the path
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Memory field does not pass.
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Heaven above him high,
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Springs underneath deep
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There is no end to it the memory field.
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Heaven above him high,
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underneath deep springs
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There is no end to it the memory field.
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There is no end to it the memory field. |