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It was afternoon, I was sitting in this living-room
With wooden walls, the radio played a dusty tune
The wall was covered in paintings, the most peculiar thing
Was the table, on the top was a wedding ring
I looked out of the window, snow fell down
Giving the mountains a bright shining crown
A smell of cinnamon filled the air
I looked for a door, but there was none there
Time seemed to stop, or was it just my breath?
The fireplace had no chimney, was I choking to death?
But how could I choke with a window and no fire?
I heard a laughter from behind, so I turned to see the liar
But there was still no one there, so I went back to the chair
Held my head in my hand, fingers and hair
And I began to sob a bit
I had the feeling, there was someone amiss
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