In the darkness,
There sits a lark,
Who sings about madness,
Silence sits outside her park,
Where she sits,
Contemplating sadness,
While she visits her baby chicks,
Who will grow into singing larks,
Themselves a gift from above,
To all the attendies,
Park goers listening to their song of love,
While sharing a box of chocolate candies.
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