Thy four letter word
You articulate satisfaction to the core
Grant us with such brilliant beauty never felt before
Oh the beauty thy create
No longer we cry of blues
As every trace of tension you take
Thy magnificence
With you we are pleased,
Blissfully pleased each time you’re at hand
Oh when you’re at hand,
We’re at ease
In every breath of tranquillity
Finally we’re at peace
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