I wish I had a magic hand harp
To make it go away;
I'd play it over and over again
Until you were okay.
I'd think good thoughts; I'd send you positive thoughts;
I'd transmit healing vibes;
My harp and I would surely beat
Whatever the doc prescribes.
But there is no magic harp, so
I cannot play a healing melody;
Just know you're often in my thoughts,
And I hope you'll soon be well!
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