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Humans born healthyWe converse all the timeHumans born deformedWe avoid all of themYour body's crippled, your face deformedYour hand's mutilated, your skin's burntMy body's well-shaped, my face is strikingMy hand's delicate, my skin's very neatI can't see in your eyesWhy don't you look at me?You don't belong in our societyYou belong in a closed sanatoriumI'm shocked by your bodyYou're angry at our refusalI'm horrified by your faceYou're infurious at our inequityAll dreadful beings are creations of godGod has decided you'll live as a clodGod has decided, ill or healthyHe forgot justiceWas this the life you wished forSpending your life in a closed sanatorium
Humans born healthyWe converse all the timeHumans born deformedWe avoid all of themYour body's crippled, your face deformedYour hand's mutilated, your skin's burntMy body's well-shaped, my face is strikingMy hand's delicate, my skin's very neatI can't see in your eyesWhy don't you look at me?You don't belong in our societyYou belong in a closed sanatoriumI'm shocked by your bodyYou're angry at our refusalI'm horrified by your faceYou're infurious at our inequityAll dreadful beings are creations of godGod has decided you'll live as a clodGod has decided, ill or healthyHe forgot justiceWas this the life you wished forSpending your life in a closed sanatorium
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