Take me there,
where the whispers of silence blows,
faded painful delight grows,
where the melody of harmony lies,
for i am full of flaws,
i will take the barrow ,
tie its wheels upon,
maybe burry my head low,
then heed to the burrow,
then i will make it slow,
it\'s where my beats rhyme,
there is no chyme,
there i lay low,
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