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Pale faced love
My little pale faced love
Pixie now for you or closer
Hang on in there, it's proof it's working
This is just a sign of the clock ticking
Ticking away the days to full health
Full recovery no less my lovely, you'll see
The pest shrinking daily for others to catch
Trust in their judgement and hold my hand tight
You'll be free soon my lovely, just you wait and see
Saturday 13th May 2017 8:15 pm
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