Why am i standing here, alone?
When outside you knocking, knocking
I cannot com to you,
For my feet are glued to the floor.
For give me, but i fear you!
With that you could open the door,
but i have locked it!
Ah! What sorrow i have brought upon myself!
How you shout, how you plead for entrance
And how i want you to enter,
But you have not the strength to break the door down.
Well, come on then! Find another way in!

Ashlynn flure

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