.Warsaw, Autumn 1943
Not many of us left
And winter's coming
I can smell it in the air>
And with winter the End,
The game is over>
He's a world away from mother now
In this land of smoke and steel
He lies listening for another sound
And he's eaten his last meal<.>
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