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Rooms
By Jim Carroll and Steve Linsley
You're passing,
I hear your shadow through the door
It's outlined on my shade
Like a map of some foreign shore
If I could keep that shadow,
I could live forever in these
Rooms, the rooms inside my dreams . . .
And dreams have kept me in these rooms
I've never seen her face
But I've memorized each sound . . .
The way the wind m eets grace
When its shadows pull her gown
But I could never hear the whispers,
Voices cannot reach my room
I live inside my dreams, and dreams
Have locked me in these rooms
I have no sense of time,
Or even night and day. I left my body
Somewhere, somehow it
Just got in the way
I guess I always knew
These rooms would all lead back to you
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