"I Never Saw Another Butterfly, 4th mvt." genre: Vocals
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	Lyrics IV. Fifteen beds. Fifteen charts with names. Fifteen people without a family tree. Fifteen bodies for whom torture is medicine and pills, Beds over which the crimson blood of ages spills. Fifteen bodies which want to live here. Thirty eyes, seeking quietness. Bald heads which gape, out of the prison. The holiness of the suffering, which is none of my business. The loveliness of air, which day by day Smells of strangeness and carbolic, The nurses which carry thermometers Mothers who grope after a smile. Food is such a luxury here. A long, long night, and a brief day. But anyway, I don't want to leave The lighted rooms and the burning cheeks, Nurses who leave behind them only a shadow To help the little sufferers. I'd like to stay here, a small patient, Waiting the doctor's daily round, Until, after a long, long time, I'd be well again. Then I'd like to live And go back home again. Anonymous

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