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O, the cotton bed lying in the center, The ultimate place where you can lie. Where people can rest, wrapped in a soft cover. And remain until worries and stress have gone, “Goodbye”. O, refreshing and plentiful refrigerator, Full of my needs and where my hunger retreats. And when I take a bite out of the juicy delight, That's when my hunger fully accepts defeat. O, quiet bedroom, a shield from the noise, Where memories bloom and the scar mends. A collection of moments, of comforts and joys, My true resting place, till the night ends. O, humble walls that guard the peaceful heart, Where simple joys are held in high esteem. From worldly care, this is the place apart, A waking life is more tranquil than a dream.