Sanctuary
I know a place where all is still
It's by a lake behind a hill
And though to find, it's quite a trek
It's a lighthouse when you're about to wreck
The clouds drift by above a field
The fragrant perfumes of flowers, in here, sealed
A place to sit, and think, and be
My quiet, hopeful sanctuary
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