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I stepped through the door Knowing you were no more I was no more, I was less No more in this veil of reality Knowing there were thousands more Of different hues, different airs, different seasons This door leads to OZ This door leads to freedom And this little doorway goes all the way home This doorway is occupied A stranger sleeps fitfully ***** hands clutch its vestments This door is open and singing can be heard This door is closed, knock it might open Open Sesame, Open says I Duck through this doorway A wardrobe door, is Narnia waiting? Doors, doors everywhere and not a lock to pick
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Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
Doors and their ways
I stepped through the door Knowing you were no more I was no more, I was less No more in this veil of reality Knowing there were thousands more Of different hues, different airs, different seasons This door leads to OZ This door leads to freedom And this little doorway goes all the way home This doorway is occupied A stranger sleeps fitfully ***** hands clutch its vestments This door is open and singing can be heard This door is closed, knock it might open Open Sesame, Open says I Duck through this doorway A wardrobe door, is Narnia waiting? Doors, doors everywhere and not a lock to pick
© JLB 15/01/2018 04:30 GMT
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Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
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