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                        Terezin, winter '98
 
I came to see if people are still 
Strolling in the streets that haven't changed;
That shops still stay open until six and then 
Sales girls shut the doors and leave.
Where do they go? Home, I suppose.
To a husband, a lover, a lonely child 
shut within four walls of estrangement.
 
A park, a square, naked trees -
Do they still remember?
Do they still remember the children?
Did they look into their eyes, and if -
What did they see?
 
Did they shed their leaves
As if they were tears,
Or did they, too,
Turn away from you?