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The door is now shut,
although never sealed,
The words stacking up as I play
another rooms warm,
That I see today,
this creaky old house
will not die
I go room to room,
sometimes I will stay,
the treasures are hidden inside
I search for a clue,
to what lays in store,
as I find my words once again,
I see that it's me,
thats looking inside,
the place that I love
in my mind
I lay down the words,
I tickle the keys,
I try to squeeze out
a small giggle
I hold fast the knob,
and as the key turns,
I see the old door
start to wiggle
I see as I say,
you see what I say?
You say I see clearly
your drowning
The sea that you see,
I see inside you,
lets sail and see
what we can see
This house on the beach,
Is creaky and old,
the beauty will never be matched,
We'll sail and return,
and when we are home,
We'll visit our room once again
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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