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I know of a great door which has no **** No handle to grip, no doorbell to throb, Long ages I've sat against its base, And dreamt of the wonders behind its face.
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Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
A Closed Door
I know of a great door which has no **** No handle to grip, no doorbell to throb, Long ages I've sat against its base, And dreamt of the wonders behind its face.
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Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
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