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Only one answer.
Why so much killing, from north to south, from east to west?
Why so much pain that no one should endure?
Why so much sadness, we cry ourselves to sleep?
Their here, their there, their everywhere
You may not see them, but their everywhere
They need your help, though many turn their heads
If I could I would help every single person
