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Above the steep back stairs So high that only a ladder can come to it, There is a wall cabinet hidden away.
No one ever unlocks it; The key is lost, the door is barred, It is shut and still.
Some say, a previous tenant Filled its shelves with rows of bottles, Bottles of spirit, filled with spiders.
I do not know.
Above the sleepy still back stairs, It watches, shut and still.