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Seclusion


A refuge from the rest of the world
Dim light gleams from the sedative lamp
It’s where I rest, it’s where I ponder
A place where I can be happy, even at my lowest

Dim light gleams from the sedative lamp
Full of memories, it’s where I’ve grown up
A place where I can be happy, even at my lowest
Where dinner can be enjoyed in peace

Full of memories, it’s where I’ve grown up
There’s a slight breeze passing through the open window
Where dinner can be enjoyed in peace
A room that has become a part of me

There’s a slight breeze passing through the open window
A refuge from the rest of the world
A room that has become part of me
It’s where I rest, it’s where I ponder
 




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