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The bloody days, The weary nights
Glass all over the ground Shops torn to pieces Our children taken away OH, what a painful day Let's just hope i can get a peaceful Night, now it's midnight I hear people running and screaming "KILL THE JEWS" they come Into my house and try to take my five year old son away from me but I cry and beg them not to do it because He's the only thing left for me OH, when is this day going to end!
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