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Dark galore The minute my hands shut the door Blank music sheets spread on the floor Spiderwebs on the stairs Echoing music box chords Drift from an unseen source I feel at home here of course I never want to leave Here in my home underground Where whispers are the loudest sound Gusts of chilly air dance around I close my eyes as I swiftly drown In silence Fairy tales hung in a row Remains of where I used to go Sugar plum fairies all know The name I was called by those sweet years ago Waterfalls thread through my hands They splash and collide as they land In this unexpected place I call home