The door is closed yet
But maybe sun is rising
Behind this door, you think to let,
Behind this door of something
There is the light of sun
Through cracks of door in Temple,
Like you hold happiness inside,
Like winter hold the April
And promice - I'm not able
But when I want to get
The splinter from your soul
You say me, - stay, I want to let
Myself be live and whole
The splinter
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