You're sick and it don't seem fair
It may sound daft but I worry because I care
It's no fun being so sickly.
And I hope you get really quickly
Look after your self so your soon safe and sound.
And talking and dancing around
Though I'm along way from there
I still worry and wish you the best,
Though on times I can be a pest
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