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This is War, I Lie Wounded on Wintery Ground, With Hundred of Corpses around, Many Wounded Crawl Helplessly around, On the Blood Red Snowy Ground, War, Cries of the (ha, ha) Suffering Sound, Cries for Help to All Their Dear Moms, War, Many Hours of Music, Many Drops of Blood, Many Shiverings and Now I Am Dead, And Still We Must Never Give up, War.
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