I hear the door
It’s near, it’s near
I hear it
And go to it I will,
With great fear
Its bold and so gold
With a glow oh so faint
And smells rather new
From a fresh coat of paint
Its knob is of silver
And frame made of choice
I had followed myself here
From the sound of my voice
And I wonder now
Like I have before
As I stand in front of
This great new door
Why and what and who
It’s for
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