Verse 4
Curtained windows shield forgotten tales
Buried laughter echoes out of tune
Top hats tilt as memory prevails
Another dusk arrives, too soon
Pre-Chorus
Platform shoes on steps so tightly wound
Yearnings lost in the smoky surround
Chorus
Shuffling feet on cobblestone rhyme
Eyes all glazed beneath the gaslight's gloom
Marching onward, lost to passing time
Shadowed lives drift silent through the room
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