The Divine Niche
The serene sound of the hymning bell,
The aromatic smoke casting a magical spell,
The ambiance always wishes us well,
Because its you in our heart who dwells,
The soothing hymn which fell,
Washed away all the cruel,
You became the sacred barrel.
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