A Park Full of Larks

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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