Re: To the soldiers
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Cercetare pentru , aşteptare , sperînd pentru
There is no war . . . but our blood is shed
There is life . . . our people are dead
Continued oppression . . . political dread
Where was my savior . . . when I bled?
Ponga el cuchillo en mi corazon
Ponga el cuchillo en mi corazon
--Me
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