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When I grow up and get to be twenty, I'll travel and see this world of plenty, In a bird with an engine, I will sit myself down. Take off and fly into space, far above the ground. I'll fly and cruise and soar up high, Above a world so lovely into the sky. And so delighted by all the world's charms, Into the heavens I will take off and not have a bother, The cloud is my sister, the wind is my brother.
by Abramek Koplowicz Murdered in Aushwitz at the age of 14
7:26 AM
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