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There she stood in an empty room, heard a voice from another time, |
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And the memories came rolling back of Leningrad in the war; |
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For the girl in the photograph, much had changed in the years that passed, |
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But her longing for the boy she loved was still the same since the war; |
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It was a moonless night upon the road of life, when he'd held her to say goodbye, |
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Many more would survive, for he stayed behind to help them live again; |
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When they met at the garden gate, tears would fall from a deep embrace, |
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For she never knew what happened to the boy she loved in the war; |
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Back in those happy days, before the soldiers came, |
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To break down the ones who remained, |
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And they only survived, who could learn to die, and live to fight again; |
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There they stood in an empty room, heard a voice from another time, |
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And their memories came rolling back of Leningrad in the war. |
