Ancient ruins not so old
Murdered fires not yet cold
Batered memories newly old
Not to be forgotten
Success is far and
Success is near if
Success is hatred and fear
Turned in the hearts year after year
Not to be forgotten
Young and ignorant with
No knowledge of sorrow
Foolishly wishing for tomorrow
When today will never end
The mail will never send
A package of freedom
But the hope is
Not to be forgotten
A hard price to pay
Deaths day after day
For victory almost won
For songs not yet sung
Hope for a day with
A glorious ray of dawn
Ushering in the bittersweet win
Of Allies and Jews
A ruined world
Started anew
And their stories are
Never to be forgotten
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