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In a cold bitter room

With dirt on the pane

And scars on the floor

I live it all again.



I see where each piece stood

Monument to lack,

Hear the slamming door,

Know you'll never come back.



Out in the wind seagulls,

Seagulls are curling.

Down on the sand waves,

The slow waves are furling.



There's a room in my mind

With scars on the floor

And it's empty now

So I've shut tight the door.



I'm walking on the beach

For something sad looms.

I've nothing to lose,

Just those two empty rooms.