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Its the room that makes me weep,
A room full of dust and broken skies,
where you hide a key to me,
that i never seem to find,
even as the moons pale light,
finds enough space between the curtains,
to illuminate your lies,
i am complacent, to be locked in this room,
of softly whispered sighs,
its the room that brings me to my knees,
a room so hushed and hollow,
i can hear the sun rise,
and though i found my key,
your ghost still fills every room,
with dust and broken skies...