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Nocturnes: Epigram In A Clone Factory
Hitler's people skill wrought mere destruction.
But ours binds up the wounded with production.
His glory was in rubble, smoke, and flame;
and ours?---no one yet dares to speak its name.
Hitler's people skill wrought mere destruction.
But ours binds up the wounded with production.
His glory was in rubble, smoke, and flame;
and ours?---no one yet dares to speak its name.
