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Eleven stirring, martial notes, the opening phrase of one of Composer Frederic null Chopin's Polonaises, sounded every 30 seconds from the Warsaw radio station all last week to let the world know that Poland's capital was still Polish. Hour after hour, day after day, the notes came like hope rising from an inferno. For the world also knew what other sounds filled Warsawthe bellow of bombing planes in power dives, the scream of fighting planes on the attack, the sharp whanging of anti-aircraft guns, the mighty thump, boom and roar of...
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