PLEASE

Please, my gracious Hungary.

Don’t be angry with me.

I am not here to kill.

Just coming from death.

Give me a chance little Hungary.

Don’t let hunger consume me.

I need only get across.

To wherever I can.

To wherever I can, mighty Hungary.

Wherever they are happy to see me.

I will sit out all day.

And hope for good days.

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