A Gentle Rest
Lay your head, dear friend, be still, Let the world grow soft and chill. Close your eyes, release the strain, Soon shall pass this fleeting pain. Breathe in deep, let tension fade, Drift to where no woes invade. The storm shall pass, the sky be bright, Rest, and heal—there comes the light.
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