50-50 chance The doctor said In the cardiac room As she's lying in bed There's a pan on the floor Filled with something black I need to know I'm afraid to ask I hug you I hum to you I've come to you I touch you I tell you I love you I sing to you Bring to you Anything Her little heart It beats so fast Her body trembles With the effort to last I hug you I hum to you I've come to you I touch you I tell you I love you I sing to you Bring to you Anything She's going home Tomorrow at ten The question is Will she try it again?
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