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You're walking from room to room At the pace of glaciers The wind, the wind between the walls All the too well-known faces, Every memory In the bright yellow light of morning At the top of the stairs Watch the dolls leap over the railing With all your childhood fears And every memory Taking pictures in front of the farmhouse Another act of healing While inside all the dusty doorways The wallpaper is peeling With every memory You're halfway to the sea