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Door
There is a door locked up tight
It doesn't have to open
For me to feel alright
Because it keeps me hoping
When I stand under its light
Pouring through its stained glass portal
Its glory lighting up the night
I never have to pass through
Or even pass it by
It doesn't have to open
For me to feel alright
Because it keeps me hoping
When I stand under its light
Pouring through its stained glass portal
Its glory lighting up the night
I never have to pass through
Or even pass it by
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