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Thank thee, Lord, for living. Thank thee, Lord, for death. Thank thee for the ashy air  That fills my bony chest.   Thank thee for misfortune, It took me by surprise,
Nazi Guards Our tale can't tell All prisoners here--alive in Hell   I eat the dust She licks the floor Just to survive--Nothing more   She's drug away put in a room
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