Door Is Open
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Your glimpse put within me; hope
Hope to breath, to wreath, I lope,
Into the dream world; secluded,
Me and you; the curious soul divided,
Epoch of time of the wheel follow us
Rhyming with the rhythm of past; thus
Revealing, desire to search the lost face
Marathon, Walk, relay that's all are a race
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