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| Helpless children plead for aid, Begging for a little cash. Vacant stares show they're afraid That the world's about to crash. I feel bad when I refuse, Fearful to set off a rush. I have much that they could use, So denial makes me blush. I can help in other ways, Through my church and charities So the sun will shed its rays On the helpless such as these. | ||
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