Doors*
Caution! The doors are closing
There is no extra time for talking
There is no extra life for wasting
And the crowd pulls your back being hasting
Caution! The doors are closing
You won't guess if I'm heartless or frozen
You won't see me worshipping, and hopping
Among millions of liars and jokers
Doesn't matter where your truth's existing
When the climate makes all glasses misted
I won't hunt your attention, don't worry
And the doors have been closed, I'm sorry.
14.01.24.
Doors
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