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The Cellars Of Your Heart
I stayed put, you moved on
With not a backward glance,
Its cold and dark down here
Hearing your merry dance
I'm in limbo now, forgotten
My spirit unable to restart
Trapped and left for dead
In the cellars of your heart
This place has other ghosts
Chains clanking like mine
Brooding sadly about how
You must be doing so fine
We're so near yet so far ...
Sunday 18th October 2020 11:17 am
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