I wandered through an empty school
And came into a great hall
Clouds melting on the walls
I went backstage and stood
In the doorways where the actors
Make their entrances and exits
Ghost children there were singing
And past the darkened dressing-rooms
To a door that locked behind me
To find myself in a dessicated
Garden and a grove of apple trees
Ripples of laughter in the leaves
I was alone as I had ever been
And could feel the earth invite me in
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