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Daddy how could they do what they did You were just a little kid They took you from your nice warm home And put you on a train to roam Throughout the countryside you sped When you get to the camp you will have a bed You arrive at the camp a sign you see Arbeit Mach Frei work will set you free Get off the train they yelled For everyone a uniform they held They put a number on your arm Like branded cattle on a farm A yellow star they sewed on you To let them know you were a Jew Then you marched from Auschwitz to Buchenwald Where nasty names you were called One day you heard the shots and shouts I am so happy you were able to get out But I will not forget the millions who Were killed just because they were Jews.
I hear a rumbling in the distance Oh what can it be Its the train to Dachau The little girl says to me But mommy why are we going there What is their to do Will their be other people With stars on their clothes too They took your father yesterday To this very awful place Where working will set you free I hope that is the case The train it has arrived We must now say goodbye And go forth to another place Where the ashes fill the sky.
Those that came before me were silent I can not be silent I must speak for those who can not Six million can not speak for they are gone Six million murdered in the gas chambers I can not be silent Who am I but a child A child of one who survived Survived the torture, beatings, and experiments Survived death His parents did not survive I can not be silent Where are they now The ones who remain The doctors, the butchers, the killers, the experimentors Why don't we speak out against them Silence killed the six million Silence will not kill me For I can not be silent.
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