I have a quiet room
A room nobody can see
A secret place
That?s all my own
And only I have the key
The rest of my life
Has an open door
It?s features can all be known
But nobody knows
Of my quiet room
Where I live apart and alone
I have a quiet room
With dreams piled high on a shelf
And one long wall is a looking glass
For really seeing myself
Sometimes I sit in the lonely gloom
And I think how fine it would be
If you could come to my quiet room
And share it?s treasures with me
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