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Four Little Rooms
He lived in four little rooms locked behind the door. And the night shined through where a light shined before. A red flame burned ashen gray, lying on the floor. So you move yourself along. And grind on down. And scrape the path you drag around. Stumblin’ on the way. A new day with no grace to say, starin’ down the ground. They’re softer lies to swallow when you’re drunk. Or when you’re full of faith and barely saved. It’s only things that fade. And leave impressions in the dark. And demons in the haze. Sunlight burns night away, and darkness into day. So sing inside your walls. And make the lamps low. And watch the white screen glow, black on grey. The words that you say. And drain yourself away. Another night burned white by day. I beg you Darkness, come again! Are you fated? Or are you led? Well either way the moon will grow. And spread out wide across the snow. Piled high and ploughed. Raised between the lines. And layered across the years.
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