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Mar 2020
Power is power,
War is cruelty,
Honesty and determination.
Who can refine it when the guns begin.
I knew what a sweat blood it was,
The heartlessness of ideas,
and we are here is beyond history and hurt.
Look, the hostile world
while all flee in terror.
H.хренников
n-khrennikov
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n-khrennikov  28/M/Russian
(28/M/Russian)   
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