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Hitler was a little man
With little plans
He grew and grew
Astonished at an Aryan
Conjuring a pretty queue
He was such a curse upon the arts
He huffed and puffed and blurted out
What was so up
Never turned about
Bonnie and Clyde
Chin chin where about
Three gypsies in a restaurant
With slaughtered thoughts near Bucharest
Showed me a grave where children play
Their little souls can never rest
As I looked up to the sky
I then looked down and saw a fire
They made it of tin and silver birch
With black tar bone and amber fire
In Europe's heart a spirit's born
The sign is in the state crime porn
Fourteen forty ninety five
Multiply how billions cry
The human chain must circle death
And break the ice from Chechen's wrath
White wings now near the tower
When dancing out of Gomorrah's fire
Three gypsies in a restaurant
With slaughtered thoughts near Bucharest
Showed me a grave where children play
Their little souls can never rest
As I looked up to the sky
I then looked down and saw a fire
They made it of tin and silver birch
With black tar bone and amber fire




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