My cracked ceiling way up high
I see it here as I lie
It moves not and is white in color
This ceiling though is full of honour
Strong and silent
And of course dependable
This ceiling is now my only cover
Holding steadfast throughout the house
This ceiling knows my every doubt
Come rain or shine, sleet or snow
This ceiling I know will never lie low
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