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These floors of work

And labors of paint

Expensive enough to make one faint

And yet i stare

For my soul i bare

Life isn't fair

Surrounded by past dreams

And haunted by Someday's memories

I am afraid

I want nothing more

Than to see you at my door 

Objects no longer get me high

Why did we have to say goodbye

At least we still share

The same sky