If you have a wish to crack me
No more I fear if you break me
As I know I would become a chip
To remain in your roof over head
If I am crushed like a stone
Go ahead what you look
Cut me into pieces
I look soft, appear green
But I know inside me I hold red
Like water melon I am full of sap
If you like you may press me
As you press a lemon
As I know in this world of patients
I am more preferable than you
‘Cause I work like a medicine.

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