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The long-awaited call came today.
The sword fell from the hand of the cruellest
oppressor of the oppressors.
Do you know from whom the blessed call came?
A sun reddened in the skies of socialism.
Turned pale at that moment, the public enemy executioner.
Which valiant man’s call was this incoming one?
The fruit of immortality of the people which grows on time.
At the bottom of the rocks, the flowers suddenly cheered up,
The crying baby laughed; the white lambs bleated.