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32 lines
886 B
Plaintext
military post
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When with friends, we remember
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About our life's battle,
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One of the first to raise the toast
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We are for health-mail field.
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Let pouring rain, filling the trenches,
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In all the land of dry places not -
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When it comes to email field
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Soldier heated with warm distant.
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Who was at the front, at the forefront,
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He will justify and will understand the fighter,
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Which, death and bullets despising,
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Ready to dance with a letter.
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Frost and zharoyu opalonny
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Four years went by the war fighter,
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And after frontline postmen
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Carried greetings from the family's hearts.
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The village distant mother crying from happiness,
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When he learned that his son was alive and healthy.
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She knows that through the battle and bad weather
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Brings Triangle Field.
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Run of the year, but we do not forget
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On the right front of another life
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And toast, friends, lovingly raising
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We are for health-mail field. |