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Lots of people, all alone, overhanging gloom;
Silence, she needs comfort, which one?
crowd shifting, slowly moving, we want out;
markings, loss of identity, who are you?
sticks, gunfire, we move again;
group shrinks, where to now?
Pulled away, stripped, humiliated,
nothing but shame, people stare;
They say we get a bath, another dark room;
They pulled the chain, not watter--gas;
bodies dropping, so do I;
My only words to the world, "Good Bye."
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