In the middle of the night I went walking up the stairs,
At the top of the flight I asked does anybody care?
I felt them nod, but they stayed in the shadows.
A smile of small delight crept across my face.
Little did they know, the curtain was made of lace.
The curtain casting shadow also filtered the light.
Little by little, we all regained our sight.
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