The melody quivers
Like a wave, a strip of shade
Descends upon my head,
On me nestled in the rocker-chair

Envelops my mind,
Lifts its drained remains,
Amplifies the melancholy
Then cradles it to sleep

Like a lullaby, lays me into bed
Gives me a place to rest
This is when life seem best
 
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