Gliding soundlessly all through the halls
Appearing majically, through the walls
Listening for my slightest noise
Watching over me, with perfect poise
Treating me utmost respect
My complaints, they never reject
Coming to me with a radiant smile
Making me better, all the while
Succeeding in making me, to converse
These are the qualities of the ones, we call Nurse
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