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Slightly moving those curtains,
They slowly enter my room,

Mischievous things happen,
In those hours of gloom,

There's a painting on the table,
Seeing it, they lie,

They laugh on my happiness,
They laugh on my cry,

I try to run away from them,
They meet me and shout,

I think i know them,
Sometimes i doubt,

Finally I've realised,
They are the memories,

See i found something,
Which i kept away from centuries.

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