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2011 Until the pill
She had a chill
And became quiet ill
Unable to run her mill
In bed she lay
She had no pay
No structure to her day
But in bed she had to stay
She needed rest
To recover from her chest
She was hidden in her nest
But she was not her best
Months and months went by
She did try
But the pain was getting worse to hide
She only got sleep when she didn’t try
When she passed away and no-one cried
