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Six Million Are There

Ghosts! There are ghosts,
Ghosts are everywhere.

I can't see them,
I can't hear them,
I can't touch them,
They are there.

Ghosts, ghosts,
They are there.

Ungrown babes,
Unfinished step,
Games not played,
Nipped-in life

Ghosts, ghosts
That are there!

Eons and eons
Of lost embraces,
Love unfulfilled,
Confound the air

By the ghosts
Everywhere.

So much talent
Unbudded,
So many gifts
Not tapped.

Of the Ghosts,
The ghosts - there!

In the brume
I sense tell!
Tell! Tell! And Tell!
Never stop. Tell!

Of the ghosts,
Ghosts, everywhere.

Wounded spirits
Linger still,
Hover close,
I'll cry your song.

For you ghosts,
Ever there.

Gentle prodders,
I remember,
I lament and
Chant your tale,

Of Six Million,
They are here.

 

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