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There is a room that time forgot
Its clock stands still its hands do not
The curtains freeze in half-blown grace
As if you just had left the place
The shoes you wore are by the door
The sweater folded worn no more
But nothing dares to move or bend
As if youre coming home again
The light still leans against the frame
And softly whispers out your name
I sit and breathe the quiet air
And feel your spirit linger there
No hour has ticked since you were near
Yet every second aches so clear
Its not a wound but something sweet
Where time forgot and hearts still meet
