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Here's a tiny room Tucked behind my ears And hidden in my head The person I want to be The things I want to see The books I want to read Are cluttered in that room Somewhere in my head I don't know where But There's a window And two chairs, Plants I don't recognize And paintings Of people I don't know One lamp For light It's all the- Sticks - stones - words That could ever hurt me Piled up under one roof And stacked On one shelf There's one corner I can hide in And plenty of things To hold And places to sit To think I never want to leave My little room In my head