I have a tiny room inside my heart
I decorate with memories of you.
So whenever my feet become weary,
When the tides of life rip through me --
I can take my ease in my tiny room
And know that what I'm going through
Is for you, and me, and we.
Then I can smile, again, and carry on.
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