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a fond old faraway room
Murakami: Kafka on the Shore
not just lost love
but everything dear
transforms and retreats
to a faraway room
the mind may haunt us
taunt us
swear with a swagger
that there's somewhere to go
a destination
not just a journey
to a fond old
faraway room
it may lure us
tease us
with meaning and significance
promising more than a dance
in the end
the candles do flicker
but at least love
lends us a chance
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