moments -- fearful thoughts return.
Memories of mortar fire resonate -- It was 75 years ago.
Radio Warsaw, all day the Chopin Polonaise, blaring -- repeating endlessly.
Even now, so many years later, my heart races -- agony.
"Fix your hair just right
Put your jeans on tight,
Wear a dress, so I can get it off real easy.
'Cause I've been thinking I'd
like to see your eyes
open up real wide the minute that you see me.
If you don't come through,
I wouldn't wait for you.
I understand that...