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Empty bedroom staring back at me
Absent hole making me lonely
Music box playing your favorite tune
Nobody can hear you in this hollow room
Stench of stale smoke encircles your place
Memories of good times as I glance at your face
Shadows are all that remain in your tomb
Vacancy's abundant in your hollow room
My fear is that I will never see you again
My mind tells me one to many sins
If seperation is my only doom
I'll remain here in your hollow room
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