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The writing on the wall
The scribbles on the floor
So slowly does he fall
The boy behind the door

Falling deep asleep
Dreaming away his fears
He doesn't make a peep
Shedding so many tears

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A picture on the wall
A rug placed on the floor
The boy he slowly wakes
Walking through the door

Awaking from his sleep
Wipes his sleepy tears
A silence sweet and deep
Is all the young boy hears