Composure

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There's a place I know

Where strange things occur

Everybody cries

But not everybody dies

This world is full of

Hatred and despise.

Black is blue

And brusies are red

Blood is cold

No existence of beds

Nobody sleeps

Afraid of the reeps

Death would collet

If they fell asleep.

It snows when its hot

And rains when its cold

Everyones forever young

No ones ever old

And no one is bold

Quiet and composed

Afraid of sound.

Everyone goes

To the place I know

Because no one sleeps

And no one dies

Everyone is friends

No enimies

No foes.

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