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Greater sickness than my own surrounds me, absorbs me, confiscates me,

Wishing you well.

Sleep less deep, breaths less free, eyes less sighted,

Wishing you well.

Perennial groans interspersed with hasty visits,

Will I see you in the morning? Will you make it through the night?

Powerless in all other ways,

But I’m wishing you well.