Oh, in the beginning, our hopes were so high,
When a man was only a man
And every man, my brother.
What then? When the cold sets in?
And the hunger reduces to bone?
I have seen far too much of starvation.
Oh, the glory of the Revolution!
What do we do then,
When the system is good
But the people are wicked?
Ah, but you. I still have you.
I will always have you—
Thank God for you.
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