| Here by my window in Germany
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| A morning bird flies close to me
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| On his wing I see a yellow star
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| The lights are on in the factory
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| The frost is hung on the linden tree
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| And I remember where we are
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| And I remember the holocaust
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| I remember all we lost
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| The families torn and the borders crossed
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| And I sing of it now for Sasha
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| A young German officer lies in his bed
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| Bandages from toe to head
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| A prisoner of the camps draws nigh
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| If you are Abel and I am Cain
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| Forgive me from my bed of pain
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| I know not why we die
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| It was I who ordered the building burned
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| The job was over and as I turned
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| A father and his son
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| Caught in the flames high above the ground
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| From cradled arms the boy looked down
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| One leap and their lives were done
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| And I remember the holocaust
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| I remember all we lost
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| The children gone and the borders crossed
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| And I sing of it now for Sasha
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| You in frozen streets of Heidelberg
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| Your youth unbearded takes form in words
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| And the ghosts of the past are kind
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| For this was your university
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| The years were long but the spirits free
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| And your river runs to the Rhine
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| The smoke filled taverns that you once roamed
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| With the discontented who’d stayed at home
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| You must have whiskey or you’ll die
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| The beer garden under the old chateau
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| Our faces now in the candle glow
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| See the memories how they shine
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| But you remember the holocaust
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| You remember all we lost
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| The families torn and the borders crossed
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| And we’ll sing of it now for Sasha |