The Maid's Song The sun climbs high, a golden crown, And dust motes dance, a silent gown. The house awakes, a slumbering beast, And I, the maid, begin my feast. With cloth and brush, I chase the grime, From polished wood and marble chime. Each corner swept, each surface bright, A symphony of order, pure and light. The whispers rise, of lives unseen, In portraits hung, and spaces clean. A tapestry of stories told, In silver spoons and linens bold. But in the hush, when shadows fall, And silence reigns within these walls, I hear a song, a whispered plea, For lives unseen, for liberty. For though I tend, with willing hand, The needs of those who command, My heart yearns for a life unknown, A world beyond this polished stone. So I will sing, in quiet grace, A song of hope, a hidden space. For even maids, with hearts ablaze, Can dream of freedom, sunlit days.

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