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Aug 2010
Once, I was a tiny room
Filled with merry laughter
Fire blazing in the hearth,
Hot tea scolding joyful lips

Now, I am an echoing cave
Filled with cold and darkness
The way out lies across the water
Shrouded by the blackness
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