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I know time will not stop,
but I hope it passes slowly.
Right now, the sun doesn't seem right,
and the moon is far too bright.
The door is tempting but broken
and the window is sealed.
The room is empty
and time is not playing fair.
Between truth and dream, I swing
and I'm unsure where to land
There is one which I have to
and one that I wish.
tell me, my friend,
have you ever wondered
what's behind the door?