You don't seem too well to me
I think I'd better let you be
You sneezed half an hour ago
I think you'd better go
You can't grasp what I explain
Must be an illness of the brain
A victim of insanity
Keep yourself away from me
Please don't think I'm being mean
But you belong in quarantine
Like many of the folk I've met
You're ill, it seems the safest bet
Please don't think I'm being rude
I did not choose my solitude
It's ironic that my health
Means I must live all by myself
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