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The Past May Be Left Best Undisturbed.

The Door closes
The lights fade,
The candles are no longer lit,
But the beds are made,
If however, to be slept on never again,
The arena raised,
But still it lingers,
Far below the cellar it stays-
A gentle reminder of our Heritage,
And the things we cannot change.
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