.
Who is there. I hear the knocking. But I can't remember who I see
when I go to that door. No, most of you wouldn't understand. I do,
mostly. I just don't know.
Though, more than one. Odd how... that can happen.
Besides me.
I hear what else is... said.
I almost enjoy the combined melody. But... be careful. I'll
remember you.
You know my name. Or you wouldn't be doing this.
A warning. You know this... isn't home.
Keep doing as you do and you will never go home.
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