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When we were the persecuted
I was one of you
How can I remain one
when you become the persecutors?
Your longing was
to become like other nations
who murdered you
Now you have become like them
You…
This is November
Season of mills.
Wind of the black early morning services.
Cemetery
And thousandnightliness
Of the childish little candles,
And their fear.
Trudging now
Through the…
French and Russian they matter not,A blow for a blow and a shot for a shot;We love them not, we hate them not.We hold the Weichsel and Vosges-gate,We have but one—and only hate,We love as one, we hate…