Sweet Sound
I listen to a little voice
Chirping its sweet heart away
Singing on its steel made stage
A true performer and master
Playing a profound serenade
Although the tune comforts
So much so even to sleep
In slumber the song carries on
At an abrupt end the stage is later found empty
Upon inspection the performer taken a leave
What a pity
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