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The Poems of Kim Chi Ha

In vain,

Comrades who died in vain,

Fallen into humiliating sleep,

Fallen into sleep in vain.

In the past

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Sometimes faintly smiling, sometimes crying out--

Those wonderful friends.

Ah, I shall not return, not return.

Goodbye

Goodbye

Don't cry, I'll be back

Crossing white hills, black hills, powder-dry

With heavy steps over the road to Seoul

To sell myself

When will I return

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