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The last, the very last,
So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.
Perhaps if the sunís tears would sing
against a white stone ...
Such, such a yellow
I carried lightly Ďway up high.
It went away Iím sure because it wished to
kiss the world goodbye.
For seven weeks Iíve lived in here,
Penned up inside the ghetto
But I have found my people here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut candles in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies donít live in here,
In the ghetto.
- Pavel Friedmann, from I Never Saw Another Butterfly, Childrenís Drawings and Poems from Theresienstadt Concentration Camp, 1942-44. (Hana Volokova, editor. Schocken Books, 1993)