.We've paid in hell since Moscow burned
As Cossacks tear us piece by piece
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues
Though death would be a sweet release
And our grande armèæe is dressed in rags
A frozen starving beggar band
Like rats we steal each other's scraps
Fall t.
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