Sing in Sweet Silence when the lark turns her head,
Upon the Soft Breeze Serenading Twilight,
Speak in Gentle Whispers that Calm my listless dread
And Kiss me with Tranquility at the turn of Night,
Spark my Dreams with Quiet Prayers of Serenity
That Soothe my rushing haste and Renew,
Fill my resting hours with Stillness that Frees
And Guides me on paths Always back to You.

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