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A shot comes,
Neither know,
Nor determine where it will fall.
Noses cut off, Eyes poked out, Suffocated
Day after day, Again and again, dug-out heaves, Night roars.
Yells, curses, slaughters, Bombardment continues,
Madness and despair,
Collapsed like a rotten tree. Suffocated
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Poet: Norma Grabauskaite
