The door.
The fear of not knowing.
The fear of knowing.
What to do?
Open and step inside.
You might be happy.
Or you might be dead.
But you’ll never know
until you open that door.
The door.
The fear of not knowing.
The fear of knowing.
What to do?
Open and step inside.
You might be happy.
Or you might be dead.
But you’ll never know
until you open that door.
I have the golden key made for you!
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Thanks. You would have it with your pretty music and words.
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music, piano words, pens, pencils and papers!
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My door will open to sunshine, flowers, and birds. Bright enough for me?
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