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So diseased. This ward. It teems. With pains. Suffer, the form, wellness, restrained. So weak. This frame. Ailment. Embraced. Each woe of health this diseased humanity suffers. Is the result of the death bride our hand we offered. Aching and ailing we don this bacterial shroud. So that around bed and grave we will gather a crowd. Ailment embraced for life to death It pains it aches it steals our breath

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