There is a room in my house,
One with the door colored in white,
It holds all my memories,
Both good and bad all from my past,
I opened it once,
Then took a quick pick inside,
I saw our last dance,
How did we leave all that behind?
You on that red dress,
With a smile that gave me a sweet cares,
I wonder what other memories,
Are hidden behind the white door,
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