Auschwitz
Faces in the breeze
the place is so full of unease
crying, screaming, terrorfying looks
Stuff that are made of books
Silence replaces the scene
Walking through it makes you want to scream
chambers full of eerily frights
things that make you go bump in the night
Past so present you can't deal
the sounds of Auschwitz makes you squeal
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