chilling to the very core
an unknown pattern sees me
unable to open the door
so it crosses its mind
to reach for my hand
whose shadow does the trick
only to find it locked
trapped in a box
my dream cannot escape
until someone turns off the lights
now can you see the shape of the key
is like a lamp of mirrored faces
it's already placed just turn around once
and wait for seven paces
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