A heartfelt letter, carefully inscribed
A seven second newsreel with scratches on the side
Fourteen paper clips and a green wooden table
Elevated, unpopulated, underneath a gable
Sheets of powdered loose leaf and a writing utensil
Left aside, a broken mind, an unused stencil
What's most, the host, a ray of sunshine
For the quint little character of forgotten rhyme
Still left without a present and a well-known past
Still steady and ready, its legs are steadfast
Next to all of this is an open window frame
Seven seconds in time, it will always be the same
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