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When I was five,
That was the age when I saw my mom.
The next thing you know,
She was hit by a bomb

When I was seven,
That's the age when I saw them shoot down my dad,
An when the were done
I was so mad

When I was nine,
I became a spy.
Sometimes I felt happy,
Sometimes I would cry

When I was eleven,
I was caught and sent to a concentration camp.
Then I knew,
I was making my last stamp.
-Eddy Williams