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I almost go’: sen’: Krakow
And rd like fake a minute was ’: rigid ilene
In wed Mile , I was born and raised
In an iii: where I spent mad ' my days
Trying be gum’: and frying be cool
And wri’: ing in my cleary, no’: going school
When a couple Nazis who were up’: o no good
asking gues’: ions in my neighborhood
We got railed one night
and olney Came ’:here
And said, '"/ac/ re going a Camp in ihe middle air
They whistle) For adrain and when l came near
I realized Wu no’: hide and seek champ oi”: he year
I could say ihat ihis was a scare
But I ednaught nah Forge’: it all Jews will go ’:here
I pulled ihe Camp around seven or eight
And ehen ihe Nazis yelled, '"/a Jews, gas ya later"
Looked For some Freedom but saw none was ehere
And died in March From disease in ihe air.
Vii fell you how I died in a place with bad air.