How can it be that ancient voices
Even now tell us who to hate,
Old memories coloring our choices,
Bad history slime-sealing our fate.
Our future is a distorted thing,
Cursed by Siberian graves,
And corpses in Nanking --
Usually time heals and saves,
But for us, it does no such thing.
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