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what to do
I think of a lonely dark tunnel
I feel like my first time on a horse gripping its pommel
I see people in situations that can do nothing but worry
I hear complaints that make me want to cry
I touch the hands of a sick person and can only sigh
I think, I feel, I see, I hear, I smell, I touch
But what do I do about it?
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