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Journey To Mauthausen
Lullaby baby now a-sleeping
While steel wheels on steel rails
thunder through the night
Towards an unknown but dreaded destiny,
And pale winter moonlight enters
through a chink in the train’s side,
Shines fitfully on the breast of a young girl
And casts a halo around the face
of her sweetly sleeping child.
Lullaby baby softly breathing
While the train plunges into a tunnel
In the barren mountain’s side,
Which fills with acrid smoke
As if they were on their way
To meet the god of fire,
And fifty ...