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A dead little girl never grow


I come and stand at every door
These doors, those doors, and I knock at them
Do not be scared if you can not see me,
Because no one can see me, as I am a dead little girl

I died in Hiroshima on 6th Aug.1945
In the summer morning, in that Hiroshima
I am seven now as I was then
As you know, dead children do not grow

My hair caught fire
My eyes burnt out
My body became a handful of ashes
And blown away by the wind

I need no bread, I need no rice
I need no sweets like candies
I ask for nothing for myself
Because I was burnt out like a slip of paper

I knock at your doors
All I ask for is the peaceful world
So that the children may live and play
So that the children will never get burnt again
And could taste sweets

So that the children may live and play
So that the children will never get burnt again
And could taste sweets