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Deep in the Siberian mine.... | |
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Deep in the Siberian mine, | |
Keep your patience proud; | |
The bitter toil shall not be lost, | |
The rebel thought unbowed. | |
The sister of misfortune, hope, | |
In the under-darkness dumb | |
Speaks joyful courage to your heart: | |
The day desired will come. | |
And love and friendship pour to you | |
Across the darkened doors, | |
Even as round your galley-beds | |
My free music pours. | |
The heavy-hanging chains will fall, | |
The walls will crumble at a word; | |
And Freedom greet you in the light, | |
And brothers give you back the sword. | |
This was the best English format I've found, and I hope that my Cyrillic isn't too messy: | |