Birkenau
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It is here where the birds refuse to fly, and the animals, graze
For on this spot people have died
There was no one here to save
The tattered souls of the depraved
I’ve never seen such a beautiful horse
Run its course.
"Pony up my friend
We got butt ton to do before the end can begin."
Effortless work is a sensible oxymoron.
