May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be ever at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
And the rain fall softly on your fields
And until we meet again, May God hold
you in the hollow of his hand
In the end, there are only two things to worry about:
either you are well or you are sick.
When you're well, there is nothing to worry about.
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