When?
When will the sun come out to play?
When will the snow go away?
Why can't i go out to play?
Why do they?
Cancer.
cancer.
cancer.
I can still do it, watch me try.
Please Mama, please mama don't you cry.
Let fly mama, just let it fly.
Becuase tomorrow, the sun will come out to play.
The cancer will go away.
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