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Hiroshima 
Hiroshima 
I come and stand at every door Tho none can hear my silent tread I come and knock yet remain unheard For I am dead, for I am dead 
I'm only seven tho 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 they were scattered on the ground 
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 I ask is that for peace We work today, we work today So that the children of the world Can live and laugh and grow and play 
Tune:Baez version of the Grey Silkie Recorded by Baez SOF