Where there will be pain,
Where it always rains.
Where there is no warmth,
Where it sings sad songs.
A sorrowful melody,
A slow lullaby.
The search for a remedy,
That one cannot find.
Can which that is not an illness,
be cured with medicine?
Can which that is not suffering,
be saved through happiness?
A heart,
A dream,
Can the same cure be used,
On every illness?
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