Why do you hide inside your walls,
When there is music in my halls?
All I see is an empty room,
No more joy, an empty tomb.
It's so good to sing all day,
To dance, to spin, to fly away.
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My sister draws these drawings. She's really good. They're very realistic. Too realistic. Do you hear her? Your wife wants to see you again. Let her in. You love her, right?