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From centuries ago this had been made

Shapes and sizes it had been laid

Depending on what your confort is

From soft as angel wings

To as hard as a rock

A resting place indeed

To support all your willing needs

It has always been there for everything

From the time of birth to the very end of life

Oh look at the time it is towards the end

For it is my place to close my eyes and release my daydreams.

 

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