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Song of Songs How beautiful is my love
With her everyday dress
And with the comb in her hair.
No one knew that she's so beautiful.
You girls of Auschwitz,
You Dachau girls,
Have you seen my love, perchance?
We saw her on a long journey.
She no longer wore her dress
Nor her comb in her hair.
How beautiful is my love,
Pampered by her loving mother,
And her
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