You ought to write your way out of sickness
By thinking happy thoughts
And you ought to see the redress
With candles and frost
Just call upon me
If you need a treat
I will place the oranges
Right there at your feet
And there on your rosy lips
I will place a tender kiss
And do anything that will
Help you write your way out of sickness
Of any kind any place

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