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Footsteps echo on the stairs outside--
Someone's coming to my door,
Despite the raindrops slamming down
Upon my bedroom roof.
Footsteps echo on the deck outside,
They're almost at my door.
I look out of the window pane,
And chose not to let them in.
My footsteps thud across the carpet,
Even though someone's at the door.
My life is clean, it's easy, it's fine,
Even if it's a bit dull.
I ignore the pain, but type some more.
I wonder who was at my door...
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