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| Children in darkness, inter the light, you were born, to forever fight. No need to tell you, when to cry, already there's tears, in your eyes. Fate so cunning, Death the only running, Born to die the next day Why crying, tears are in vain, for a life, you've never gained. Touch your pain, fill your eyes, for you poor children, are still born to die. Fate so cunning, Death the only running, For life wont stay. By Donald L Holmes |
| TOUCH THE PAIN OF LIFE |