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I was thinking about it again the other day
I'm not sure of
I can't remember the name
It was down the street
From my apartment
And I used to go by there
Pretty often
Once a month or so
It was set
Back from the street
By a courtyard garden
With a winding path
A stone gazebo
And four or five trees
It had beautiful tall windows
And red stone walls
I never went inside
It was clear to me that
I should keep it
As it was
In my imagination:
The most peaceful place