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Lined up in two pretty rows
Cold restricts our dead bloodflow
One all red and one all green
Watch the smoke
Watch the smoke
Stacks of brothers burning through the sky.

Lined up in two pretty rows
Each and all with frozen toes
Children red and workers green
I am aged
I was once
Tall, but now reduced to sleeping in a sty.

Lined up in two pretty rows
Six-year-old with runny nose
His is red and mine is green
We will trade
We will trade
Tags, I will die, I will die.

Lined up in two pretty rows
The smell of death in gas and clothes
All is red and none is green
Close the door
Close the door
Now, and little one, o please survive.