An intoxicating song crooned by a one eye Gypsy
Carts laden with treasure straining
Spring time in Russia...thaw up to the knees
The pot bellied Corsican's bald headed soldiers,
trudging all the way back to Paree
Centuries late, Wehrmacht and SS advancing
motorized this time in the direction from Poland
His story, her story, their stories
our stories... sometimes History.
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