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Saturday, January 28, 2017

A Cry from Auschwitz

From Auschwitz I hear

A cry coming from graves unknown

It is the voice of little angels who died consumed

By flames, on doctor's tables, or in the gas chambers,

In cold by all forgotten. "Here we lie, come, sing us

Songs love, a soothing lullaby. Help us to live a bit

And see a world to us forbidden, to play, to grow, to be."

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