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Why it was I do not know, But last night I vividly dreamed Though a thousand miles away, That I had come back to you.
The windows were the same: The bed, the furniture the same, Only there was a door where empty wall had always been, And someone was trying to enter it.
I heard the grate of a key, An unknown voice apologetically Excused its intrusion just as I awoke.
But I wonder after all If there was some secret entranceway, Some ghost I overlooked, when I was there.