Grabbed by a fear, lured into
The chasm...
Oh, how is this room familiar!
Will everything then pass?
In horror she is muttering...
And, with a hided face
The scared hands clap tighter
In a singing band...
... The morning ray is ringing
Through yellow curtain's cover...
And drawing on the sleeping
From the light consisting pattern...
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