Joy of orbits you make Earth tilt and bake the sun
do not depart stay in this room it is too soon
Doctors of note please save the world and sickly skins
draw out bad blood for it poisons bad blood is still red
So, look deeper find the markers swap the cancer
for benign cells for better blood let the light in
Keep her soul here wedded to life then it hit me
bad blood is lank it is too rich it hangs around
I shun the trade her soul for ours too big a price?
just drain off blood the sick, bad blood leave us alone
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Pleasingly, Lothlorien also agreed to publish this poem.
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