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The drums grow louder, the rhythm fast,
The march of war song, a haunting past.
The statue stands, a witness to the fight,
A symbol of peace, in a world that's lost its light.
The march of war song, a deadly beat,
Echoes through the halls, a mournful repeat.
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I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
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