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Get well, get well, my ailing friend,
Whatever it is you've got;
I'm sad and blue, thinking of you,
And missing you a lot!
Rest in your bed, although you're bored;
Be sure to sleep more than eight;
Get healed, get cured; come back to the world,
Where all your fans await!
Whatever it is you've got;
I'm sad and blue, thinking of you,
And missing you a lot!
Rest in your bed, although you're bored;
Be sure to sleep more than eight;
Get healed, get cured; come back to the world,
Where all your fans await!
Publisher :- Joanna Fuchs
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