Ten little fingers that won't hold your hand
Ten little toes that will never touch sand
Two little ears that won't hear you sing
Your voice was so sweet to me
Don't tell me that love wins
When this is how it ends for me
Devil laughed and the angels cried
When I first got my wings
Did I have no right to life
Because you didn't hear me cry
And I wish you only knew
That I was made to love you
So beautiful. So sad. So compelling. Who will listen? Who will answer? Ten little fingers, ten little toes, two little ears times hundreds of thousands in New Zealand alone! How long will we persist in making the devil laugh and the angels cry? When will we call an end to the bloodshed?
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