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Bosnia Tune

As you pour yourself a scotch Crush a roach or check your watch As your hands adjust your tie people die In the towns with funny names Hit by bullets, caught in flames By and large not knowing why people die. Joseph Brodsky

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andrew-springer

Czech

Published: Jan 25, 2013
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