This Place

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When this place was ours 
And you graced each room 
And the air was laced
With your sweet perfume.

And the walls were right
And the light was warm
With no cares in sight
For I’d never mourned.

There was always love
So above, the roof,
Was of sturdy stuff
And no tiles were loose. 

But away you went
And the rents began
Where your scent still clung
And your voice still rang.

Now the floor is cracked
Where before it shone
And the doors are dull
Now that you have gone. 

And the carpet’s worn
And torn curtains sway
And forlorn’s the place 
Since you went away. 

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