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We shall have no corn, no wheat and no barley; the wide fields are dug into trenches.
We shall no longer have sheep and kine in the fields; the fields are covered with corpses and ravens.
The trees are laden with apples and pears; they will rot and wither on the branches.
The youngest, the mightiest men stand amidst flames, there is no one to sow and plant and lead the plough.
The fields are covered with corpses and ravens — we shall have no corn, no wheat and no barley.
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