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One day in the attic I became ecstatic Never such a photograph I'd seen Althought the picture faded And the light up there was shaded I held onto the stranger's face and dreamed The air was still and musty And all the treasures dusty I climbed back down the ladder to the hall The steps were weak and creaking My heart I felt was breaking I fell down and I landed on the floor What is her name? Sarah or Jane? Constance or Charm

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