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807 B
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32 lines
807 B
Plaintext
Lithuanian castle
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In one of the outlying streets
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There is a high red house large
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The windows iron bars,
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Surrounded by a high wall.
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Silence around everywhere,
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You never hear a living soul.
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Around paced hour,
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Strong locks on the gates.
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Sometimes there can be heard the sound of the songs,
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But sad as autumn day;
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Sometimes the window there is seen a prisoner,
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But thin and pale, like a shadow.
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Who are they, silent heroes
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There, behind a strong wall
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Similarly, animals cruelly locked
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In this coffin, cold and damp.
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These are the unknown heroes,
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These are the martyrs of the nation,
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Who under the proud banner of freedom
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I called to go forward without a murmur!
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Many of them fell with glory,
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And many more will fall in the struggle,
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But in the hearts of a free people
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The thing they shall never die. 1907 |