"That's how we live, without forgetting..."
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Konstantin Simonov
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That's how we live, without forgetting,
Today it's him, tomorrow I.
The cup of death goes round the table
And each must wait his turn to die.
If I am blind to how you treat me.
It's not because I cannot see.
It is because, around the table,
The cup comes round again towards me!
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