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and a bedroom door opens sighlently
barefeet s l o w l y find their way to the
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practiced feet avoid the creaky floor
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soon your hand is on the front
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over your sholder and a whispered goodbye
Tonight the longing for freedom is stilled
A new life begun

S Copeland