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I k n o w . . .

            I know the Devils Arithmetic.
            I hear the old man cutting the prisoner's hair.
            I hear the commanders car rumbling up the road.
            I hear the train blowing it's whistle.
            I hear children scrambling to the midden.

            I know The Devils Arithmetic.
            I see families separated.
            I see the smoke rising from the smoke stacks.
            I see the brightly colored sparrows.

            I knowThe Devils Arithmetic
            I listen to Chaya announce that she WILL live.
            I listen to Gitil say Chaya means Life.

            

I know The Devils Arithmetic

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