And yet there is a wall in front of me,
So long and high, thick is the wall of stone.
Finding a way to pass through,
Would it be a door I see?
Locked was the door when I reached it,
Now seeking ways to open it,
Found a key nearby, possibly this door's key,
Better would it be if the owner unlock it.
To go through the door or not,
Rests upon me and my judgement.
Whichever I choose to do,
Need be wary of the consequence.
Uniquely you and certainly one of a kind,
That's how I'd describe you.
Reason why I want to know you,
Which is why I want to open that door.
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