his right hand in high tones
on the threshold of keystrokes
all closed doors
all open doors
the ringing of doorbells sanctifies my soul
in the depths of the second voices of the accompaniments
I feel more confident
I'm waiting on the other side of the closed door
I'm waiting on the right side of the opened door
until someone
even that sometimes happens
until someone
until something
it will fly away with its true
until someone
even that sometimes happens
until someone
foreign vows in my heart sanctify
I'm always waiting on the other side of the door
when I stop waiting
my soul will fly to yours
sometimes time is endless
sometimes it takes a century
Until someone
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