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The Little Dead Girl

Paul Robeson
Language: English




This little girl is at your door,
At every door, at every door.

And I am she you cannot see,
I am at your door, at every door.
I am at your door, at every door.

And for this child will never be
That love and laughter you have known.

At Hiroshima do you see
My flesh was seared to bone,
My flesh was seared to bone.
My hair was blue aflame,
Hot were my poor eyes, hot my hands.
Now just a trace of ash remains
Where I had played on smiling sands.
Stranger, what can you do for me,
This little ash, this little girl?
This human child like paper burned

Dry ash the cooling wind shall swirl,
Dry ash the cooling wind shall swirl
This little maid unseared by strife.

Oh stranger please do this for me.
Your name for mankind's peace and life,
And peace and life for all like me,
And peace and life for all like me.



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