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"You've got no luck in life." So said the fortune-teller |
Only grieving tears and disillusionment |
Tell me no further of my future |
For I know the road leads to the east. |
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The cards were right, what they once foretold |
And the far east territories were destined for me |
Of my joyful childhood remain but memories |
And melancholy letters from my sweetheart. |
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Farewell, my sweetheart, I lost your heart |
Only my dismal fate glitters now before me |
Only this devilish game is my beloved |
It seems then that the hours pass faster. |
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If someday hence fortune brings you love |
Then don't deny yourself those gentle caresses |
And as you kiss, just forget our past |
When Spring once blossomed in our hearts. |
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Poland |
May 12, 1944 |