| So now I’m left alone
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| Inside my dusky room
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| The shades are slightly grown
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| They grabble in the gloom
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| Glissading by the window-sill
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| Suspiring in the nightly still
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| They slowly ride the wooden floor
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| Entrapping scents from outdoor
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| Fantastic shapes
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| Are dancing on the velvet drapes
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| Grimacing in the reel
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| In endless fuss
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| They silently discuss
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| The secrets that I can’t reveal
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| But maybe they actually want to believe in The frail and illusory system they live in Maybe they think they are sovereign wights
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| Being the echoes of lights
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| Forevermore… |