Children's hospital
I see the death, I feel the pain, I hear the laughter, I soothe the brow, I smell the flowers, I taste the blood.
I pray to end the suffering, I ache to see them die, A little bit goes with them of me each time they cry.
Why should they keep going? What makes them go on?
All the little children, who have suffered for so long.
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