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The pitched shrill of the whistle sounds the explosions can be felt deep underground the mass of men scream and shout the conscripts are all moving out the Germans sit there waiting for us all we can do is move forward, its a must They took over our land, it makes me so mad So I am here, at Stalingrad
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 1:14 AM UTC
The Massed Rush
The pitched shrill of the whistle sounds the explosions can be felt deep underground the mass of men scream and shout the conscripts are all moving out the Germans sit there waiting for us all we can do is move forward, its a must They took over our land, it makes me so mad So I am here, at Stalingrad
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 1:14 AM UTC
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