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Text from How Many Days to America? A Thanksgiving Story by Eve Bunting |
Day followed night and night, day. Our food and water ran out and many people were sick.
At sunset, my father and mother and sister and I huddled in the bow. Then my father sang as he sang at home.
"Sleep and dream, tomorrow comes
And we shall all be free."
That was the only time I was not afraid.
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