During the summer day,
When children come out to play,
As the sun sets and it's play time for night,
Poeple of all ages never know when the time is right,
For Death to take away their lives.
He is never happy,
To take away someone's pappy.
It always fills him with sorrow,
After a child's birth he'll be taking them away tomorrow.
It's like stabbing his heart with knives.
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