|You don’t need afraid a syringe’s needle,|
They hurry to you to take care of you
When you having a headache, a heartache, a feeble.
They're going to treat your sickness or flu.
Who is closing to you thru’ the hazes?
These strange People-in-White
With the kindest hands and faces
Are the wingless angels of life!
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