O Death!
Do you know me?
I am a Palestinian child
I have a request
Please be slow on us
Be polite
Man cannot be polite with us
Humanity can't help us
It is only you I can request
Be slow, slow, slow
The graveyard is full
There is no room for new graves
And we cannot keep bodies at home.
Please be slow......
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