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Lamp

I have a lamp, It glows in stages. I use the brightest, It lights all places. Its color’s lovely, It brings me peace. The lowest glow Helps me release. It casts a rose upon my wall. Then mom walks in, so mad, so cruel— She breaks my lamp, it starts to fall. I have no lamp, My room is bare. No peaceful dreams, No flowers there.

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