A Riddle 
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        I am a place of contemplation,
        and rest when one is feeling ill.
        Papers, books, and squeeking birds,
        Will always seem to fit the bill.

        Visitors may come and go,
        To quickly do their native art.
        My furniture as royalty.
        A smiling face when one departs.
        
        Bathing beauties grace my vision,
        Ailing bodies seek their pills.
        I am a place of running water,
        A thirsting mouth may drink his fill.
        
                (Where) am I?