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"The Doors" For seven years I dwelt In the loose palace of exile, Playing strange games With the girls of the island. Now I have come again To the land of the fair, & the strong, & the wise. Brothers & sisters of the pale forest Children of Night Who among you will run with the hunt? Now Night arrives with her purple legion. Retire now to your tents & to your dreams. Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth. I want to be ready. The Doors! The Doors! We`re out of time, thank you very much. We`re out of time. All right, we`ve got time for one more, let`s do it one more time. |