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And the eternal battle
Rest only in our dreams,
And let nothing disturb dreams:
Gray night:
And slumbering birds
Swinging from the blue silence.
And the eternal battle,
Attack at dawn.
and Puglia, forgotten how to sing,
we cry,
What is more Immortality ...
... And we just wanted to survive.
forgive us.
We were running before the end of
And the world is perceived,
As the parapet.
heart torn,
Metalisy and hrapeli,
like horses, came under shelling.
... Tell me ... there ...
No more waking.
Let nothing disturb dreams.
... What does it matter,
What we did not win,
So what,
What we have not returned.

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