“What guage measures miracles?
Whose heart beats electrical?
We feign sickness with our modern joy
Even Western medicine
it couldn’t save Danny Callahan
Bad bone marrow, a bald little boy
But the love he feels he carries inside can be passed
He lay still his mother kissed him goodbye Said, ‘Come back, where are you going to alone?’” by: Conor Oberst
So
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