I told you
That
They were the sons and daughters
Of the old race
That was a master race
In so-called terminology not to
Mention
That master race was now
Reflected in the mirror of its
Descendants:
Quite
Quite
With bowed head shaven
Bearded and white haired
They ate black bread against
The white of snow and blizzard howls
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