| It can spread like a cold,
Yet cure all, so we’re told. Feels so good that you’ll fake it, Or perhaps just to make it. When real, can’t be stopped, From a baby, can’t be topped, Will make some think they’ll die, For others, makes them cry. |
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| It can spread like a cold,
Yet cure all, so we’re told. Feels so good that you’ll fake it, Or perhaps just to make it. When real, can’t be stopped, From a baby, can’t be topped, Will make some think they’ll die, For others, makes them cry. |
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