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Tytuł: International

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   The youth and the Imperialist Tribune was also addressed by a young girl
  from Nicaragua whose hands had been cut off at the wrists by the former
  Samosa guards.
  Veronica Merco, of the German Federal Republic, had this to say:
  
  Aber ich habe eine Ausbildung gemacht
  ak Industrie Kaufmann und... ??
  
  I’m a shop assistant at the... ??
  and I must say I’m a shop assistant by profession,
  but it is difficult for.... ??
  
  Now and then a little thing gets by.
  Now and then we’ll cry.
  
  Like a fall in a war, like a mother’s open arms.
  Like a pawn in a game, hard to take.
  There we sit on a line, wasting fortunes at a time, and pray.
  
  All the time we are gone, there’s no reason, there’s no way.
  Oh, the soul is the one so they say.
  There we sit on a line, wasting fortunes at a time, and play.
  
  She never thought he’d be this way.
  Her arms aloft, she holds.
  But now it’s all a memory.
  And it’s gone...