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@ 2012-05-09 22:50:00

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Šodien manā pilsētā svin.
Now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Renewing their dreams of past glories
I see the old men all tired, stiff and worn
Those weary old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question


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[info]svalkins
2012-05-10 15:14 (saite)
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