Cold War

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The Birth and Death of the USSR
A beautiful field of green full of commotion 
Ich Bin Ein Berliner!
I reach the bottom floor and turn west, toward home. If I hurry, I’ll make it back before the kids, and Karrin’s lethal words can question the hickeys, burning like Red Stars.   
Colder Than Ice
You stare me downI stare you downEve
A Cold Winters Love
This war between two lovers Now tares us apart.
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