“There is a little room in my heart
Where we used to live together—
A very cozy little room.
You walked out carelessly,
Leaving the door half open;
But I closed and locked it, crying.
Sometimes when I pass the door
I wish you would come back,
Throw wide the seaward windows,
Kindle the fire again;
Although I know we are both better
Out here in the changing, crowded world—
For, after all, it is a very little room.”
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