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Tranquility | ||
| Shady paths with streaks of light Yield to sections that are bright. There is great tranquility In this place for you and me. Benches beckon for a rest. We can see how we are blessed. Birds and monkeys chatter high, Living closer to the sky. Trees in season like to bloom Here where they have ample room. Others tower high above, Waiting here for us to love. | ||
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