This
Is the secret
Tune
Recaptures her introduction to the world:
Two scaffolds encased part
To shape another pathway
What's more, the host of white teeth rise
Reigning here and there in rhythm
For delicate breaths to run tracks from soak pipe
Consequently, the red floor covering wanders aimlessly; left to right
Stressing forward, yet extending in reverse paths
What's more, the joyful soul changes once
To pick up freedom from pivoted entryways
Into a quick blurring tune
Or then again tone of articulations
Stumbling on ear cartilage
To a quieted balance
Of looked for satisfaction
Let us
Sing.
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