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The Cellar Door
The cellar door,
the breathing floor
that every poet keeps,
In dreams alive;
the other cross,
for those that find the strength,
Beneath the world,
in quiet mind,
where stones and statues speak
There comes a time,
you realize,
the secret's far too deep,
The human mind,
it lay inside,
the ocean's euphony,
And how the fears,
they recollect
the candle's memory,
And you were there,
in darkened mind,
in waters cold and bleak,
The cellar door,
the breathing floor,
and nothing more is seen.
the breathing floor
that every poet keeps,
In dreams alive;
the other cross,
for those that find the strength,
Beneath the world,
in quiet mind,
where stones and statues speak
There comes a time,
you realize,
the secret's far too deep,
The human mind,
it lay inside,
the ocean's euphony,
And how the fears,
they recollect
the candle's memory,
And you were there,
in darkened mind,
in waters cold and bleak,
The cellar door,
the breathing floor,
and nothing more is seen.
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