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Lying in bed, weak and sick
With the lights glowing pretty thick.
My milla million phone rings
And it’s like who calls?
Hear her voice like song,
Reminding of the warm healing bird song.
O gracious!
O gracious!
At once, I’m quick to arise!
My happiness begins to advertise!
Like a lad stroke by the prima arrow of love.
I can see why Celine Dion sang “I’m Alive!”
And why R. Kelly felt he could fly
From the window, I’d intend to try.
Now, she speaks on.
O I’m smiling, It’s like I’ll go on
And as long as it lasted
Boy O Boy! I felt like lifted!
For the rest day, my attention shifted
And today, I still feel like gifted...
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