She stared at Raven in a long second of shocked silence, before sagging to the floor.
I come and stand at every door_But none can hear my silent tread_I knock and yet remain unseen_For I am dead for I am dead_I'm only seven though I died_In Hiroshima long ago_I'm seven now as I was then_When children die they do not grow_My hair was scorched by swirling flame_My eyes grew dim my eyes grew blind_Death came and turned my bones to dust_And that was scattered by the wind_I need no fruit I need no rice_I need no sweets nor even bread_I ask for nothing for myself_For I am dead for I am dead_All that I need is that for peace_You fight today you fight today_So that the children of this world_Can live and grow and laugh and
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I come and stand at every door_But none can hear my silent tread_I knock and yet remain unseen_For I am dead for I am dead_I'm only seven though I died_In Hiroshima long ago_I'm seven now as I was then_When children die they do not grow_My hair was scorched by swirling flame_My eyes grew dim my eyes grew blind_Death came and turned my bones to dust_And that was scattered by the wind_I need no fruit I need no rice_I need no sweets nor even bread_I ask for nothing for myself_For I am dead for I am dead_All that I need is that for peace_You fight today you fight today_So that the children of this world_Can live and grow and laugh and
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