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The small room upstairs is a lonley room, a small cramped up room, and when I walk past the small blue room, my heart sometimes stops, I look in the room and a tear runs down my face, just one tear, then I keep walking and think back in time, back in time for the answers to my questions, back in time for memories, when the room was filled up with joy, but now it is just a small lonley blue room upstairs.
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