I am drawn to that mystic door.
So bewildered. What is behind?
Ardent longings for more and more
Slowly blossom inside my mind.
Running straight to that sleeping street.
Running straight to those ruined stairs.
Silent oceans beneath my feet
Keep the secrets of polar bears.
There's a tape with the final part
That is worshipping winter's grace.
To behold your exploding heart
And forget your familiar face.
Go and open that mystic door.
Years of waiting for something new.
Ardent longings for more and more
Slowly blossomed inside of you.
Step boldly, my child.
Step boldly, my child.
Abandoned Cinema Dryuzhba
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