Some quiet place this is,
In between the rifts of time.
Perhaps its no place at all,
Simply a well-acted mime.
It's quiet when I eat,
But only a few know why.
It's quiet in bed at night,
It's quiet when they pass by.
Would you like to visit me,
At my secret quiet place?
Then you'll have to ask,
If that's the case.
But so far I'm quiet alone,
A special place meant just for me.
In the foothills of Appalachia,
In some place called Tennessee.
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