Sound Stage
These tired bones
Have a resting place
At peeks emptiness
Restoring clock wise
Nourishing mise
Eating blue skies
Becoming the marriage
Called life
Like the smell
Of chocolate baking
Soothing
Sense taking
Sunshine not forsaking
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