Missing You
Five days, away, in bed
White angels treat your heart
We should always pray for God
To come back home to wear love shirt
The arm-chair misses you dear
“Floor” asks where the Queen”
The bedroom alone cry of fear
You're merry girl, you're fourteen
I'm very near, you're not alone
You're the Queen, who faithfully cares
You're hear dear, night or noon,
Please keep safe, I'm your nurse
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