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569 B
Plaintext
20 lines
569 B
Plaintext
A handful of Russian land
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There were bloody dawns, early.
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Like a wounded by bullets in the chest ...
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We drove the boys to Germany
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Not given to relatives to look.
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Dumped misty meadows and ravines
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Under escort boys were.
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But one bent over the clearing,
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/ He took a handful of Russian zemli.-2p. /
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After haze, fire, ruins
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With it, he passed, and honest, and brave.
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With this handful of earth bloody
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Outputs it to the shooting.
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And colored with the latest outbreak,
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From the Native Threshold away,
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I turned gray as curls scout
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/ This handful of Russian zemli.-2p. / 1960 |