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Zweiundzwanzig, Höringstraße.
It's not been burned, just looted, rifled.
A moaning, by the walls half muffled:
The mother's wounded, still alive.
The little daughter's on the mattress,
Dead. How many have been on it?
A platoon, a company perhaps?
A girl's been turned into a woman,
A woman turned into a corpse.
It's all come down to simple phrases:
Do not forget! Do not forgive!
Blood for blood!* A tooth for a tooth!
The mother begs, "Töte mich, Soldat!"
Her eyes are hazy and bloodshot.
The dark's upon her. She can't see.
Am I one of theirs? Or whose?...
Doctors? Hospitals? Not for you.
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*Slogans issued by the Soviet High Command.
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