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A faithless Oleg courted me
he stole away our liberty when our poor hopes were raised then he came, and smiled, and stole it then When our exceptations were down low He gaves us screens to end our woe When the forum felt the shame Oleg smiled, but never came When the summer brought no copies to sight The forum gasped and felt the fright When winter months did nothing prove We wondered where we needed to move We wish, we hope, but all in vain If only we were naive again And then, oh know! what can we see? But storm of war, under the tree Storm of War, coming 25 December 2010 |
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