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SONGS OF THE RUSSIAN PEOPLE: 4 by ANONYMOUS

First Line: "O WINDS, WARM WINDS"
Last Line: AND LET ME FOR THE LAST OF TIMES / TO MY BELOVED ONE SAY FAREWELL
Subject(s): RUSSIA; SOVIET UNION;RUSSIANS;
O WINDS, warm winds,
Warm autumn winds,
Breathe not, ye are not wanted here.
But hither fly, ye stormy winds,
From the northern side;
Asunder rend moist mother earth,
And furrowing the open field,
The open, sweeping plain,
Reveal to me the coffin planks,
And let me for the last of times
To my beloved one say farewell.



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