In This Patterned Room
Her Name Is Calla
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In a patterned room similar to this
A drinker smiles and cracks his lips
And lets it all fade to grey
The wind blows cold through your hair
I'm in the squall again
If you battle on with wordless resolve
And I am left waiting behind a door that I have closed
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