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Prepare to run, Imelda, you and your shoes. Hum dekhenge Your windows will rattle, Erich, when they pour out of the Nikolaikirche. Hum dekhenge Is your helicopter ready — the crowds are chanting Timisoara. Hum dekhenge Yes we know, Deng, that you have the tanks ready to run over us. Even then. Hum dekhenge On another day, you will hide in a concrete pipe, hungry and fearful, your silken tents torn to pieces. Hum dekhenge 295