WANTED
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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