She Seems Fine
Little voice not feeling well
She just goes on, no one can tell
I wish that I could comfort her
I'd make her tea, I would transfer
Her ills to me so she'd be well
I love this voice, can't you tell?
I'd play her music, count her sheep
Until she fell fast asleep
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2022
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