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The day I walked into the room
I knew, one day I had to walk out of it too
Tried to convince myself for all these long
That day may not come for me after all

Even during those days when the room has been
So dark and lonely that most men, would want to leave
I held on to it, like a dying holds on to his life
For I had reasons to believe, it still had so much more to give

Now that the spring is here, and I see fresh leaves on the trees
The old faces have left the room, the new ones keep staring at me
I feel the time has come, one has to take a bow
Great has been the stay, I want it no more…