</>Heal him
I asked, I pleaded I begged
Make him
The way we remember him, at once my GOOD friend
You have the power
To make him fresh
Hear my cry
Mend him, I said
Time passes by
I see little changes
Signs of hope
But with little scope
I need him to be well, cured is better instead! !
It's so long ago since he was my real brother
The very essence of him hidden under those unshakeable covers
Heal him
I ask, I plead, I beg
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