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Mar 2014
These old wooden floors shake with each footstep
Cold air seeps through the cracks in the walls

Dust has settled on the piano
These keys haven't been played in far too long

My mind is tired
My dry skin aches
Everything was easier when you were here

I don't remember the last thing you said to me
But I know it wasn't goodbye

What will we think when we look back on this
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