that I keep to myself
my secrets stay collected there
stored upon a shelf
Storms come and go, as people do
absence is always felt
so I retreat into the place
where I protect myself
April showers
I count the hours
delicate
kept high in towers
let me see you smile
and then I'll let you climb the ladder
Clock on the wall is tolling
it's about that time again
back into my room to feel
the absence of a friend
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