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Yazar: Adam Mickiewicz

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The soldiers recognized it, and the privates crowded about the
master; they hearkened, and they remembered that dreadful season
when over the grave of their country they had sung this song and
departed for the ends of the earth; they called to mind their
long years of wandering, over lands and seas, over frosts and
burning sands, amid foreign peoples, where often in camp they had
been cheered and heartened by this folk song. So thinking, they
sadly bowed their heads!

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