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Refused with an eternity,
Caroled with pure metal,
Ignoring that we go forth,
Behind the Gates of Doom
There're buried troops in resting tombs.
Our backs against the scorching sun
Won't ever shade and rest.
And those leaving us for good,
Let fulfil my request:
Remember troops in resting tombs.
Translated by the author, 1995
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