Τρίτη, Φεβρουαρίου 06, 2007


SONG OF SONGS
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How lovely is my love
in her everyday dress with a little comb in her hair.
No-one knew how lovely she was.
Girls of Auschwitz, girls of Dachau,did you see my love?
We saw her on a long journey;
she wasn’t wearing her every day dressor the little comb in her hair.
How lovely is my love caressed by her mother,and her brother’s kisses.
Nobody knew how lovely she was.
Girls of Mauthausen girls of Belsen did you see my love?
We saw her in the frozen square
with a number on her white hand with a yellow star on her heart.
How lovely is my love
caressed by her mother,and her brother’s kisses.
Nobody knew how lovely she was.

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