When we are happy, when we cry
When we are sitting in the dark
When we are walking in the park
When we sing a lullaby
Whether banal or sublime
It is a source of human pleasure –
A perfect curve, buried treasure
It is used to record goodness and crime
In slang expressions and in formality
It connect the words we utter
It is the marriage of beauty and time
It dulls hardships, reflects our reality
It softens and smoothes, like butter
We cannot live without it: rhyme
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