I had a pair of beautiful keys to a room when I was a small kid,
Somehow, nobody saw that mystical place, quite like I did.
You, a traveler, stumbling upon that sublimely deserted place,
seek to take a walk through the lanes of its tarrying trace.
With your dreamy eyes,
look into that colourful eclipse one more time,
there's life ringing in it, like a peacefully echoing chime.
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