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This cursed silence makes so much noise—
and the way its echoes ring is unbearable.
Ever since I rented out the upstairs room,
it's just been Che... Che... all day long.

If I hadn't taken an advance,
I would've kicked them out long ago.
Now even the walls of the house-
seem to be turning the same color...
How sometimes, even the walls begin to wear your mood.

— The End —