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VICTO WAS BORN IN THE SPRING OF '44AND NEVER SAW HIS FATHER ANYMOREA CHILD OF SACRAFICE A CHILD OF WARANOTHER SON WHO NEVER HAD A FATHER AFTER LENINGRADWENT OF TO SCHOOL AND LEARN TO SERVE THE STATEFOLLOWED THE RULES AND DRUNK HIS VODKA STRAIGHTTHE ONLY WAY TO LIVE WAS DROWN THE HATEAND RUSSIAN LIFE WAS VERY SADAND SUCH WAS LIVE IN LENINGRADI WAS BORN IN FORTY NINEA COLD WAR KID IN MCCARTHY TIMESTOP'EM AT THE THIRTYEIGHT PARALLELBLAST THOSE YELLOW REDS TO HELLCOLD WAR KODS WERE HARD TO KILLUNDER THERE DESK IN AN AIR RAID DRILLHAVEN'T THEY HEARD WE WON THE WARWHAT DO THEY KEEP ON FIGHTING FORVIKTOR WAS SENT TO SOME RED ARMY TOWNSERVED OUT HIS TIME BECAME A CIRCUS CLOWNTHE GREATEST HAPPINESS HE'D EVER FOUNDWAS MAKING RUSSIAN CHILDREN GLADAND CHILDREN LIVED IN LENINGRADBUD CHILDREN LIVED IN LEVITTOWNAND HID IN THE SHELTERS UNDERGROUNDTILL THE SOVIETS TURNED THEIR SHIPS AROUNDAND TORE THE CUBAN MISSILESS DOWNAND IN THAT BRIGHT OCTOBER SUNWE KNEW OUR CHILDHOOD DAYS WERE DONEAND I WATCHED MY FRIENDS GO OFF TO WARWHAT DO THEY KEEP ON FIGHTING FORAND SO MY CHILD AND I CAME TO THIS PLACETO MEET HIM EYE TO EYE AND FACE TO FACEHE MADE MY DAUTHER LAUGH THEN WE EMBRACEDWE NEVER KNEW WHAT FRIENDS WH HADUNTIL WE CAME TO LENINGRAD
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