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Dancing in this empty house
Just me and the skeleton
That was my soul
All alone looking in the mirror
I see a stranger
Surely that's not my face
Distorted and insane
Looking back at me
Is it?
Dolls get up and follow me
Around this mansion cold.
I hear their cries
As they come at me
All porcelain and glass.
This is my reality
But I can't find the exit
I'm stuck here with these
Ghosts and ghouls forever.
Is this...?
And that person in the mirror
I suppose that's my face now
Well life was nice...
And my face goes stony cold.
Please, save me.
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This is what I imagine Sherlock's dreams are like.
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