Dear God, do you think it's wise To seal the doorways of existence With locks so simple they are broken With just some strong intent And the keeper, left behind, In possession of the secret words Quietly chants what none may hear Confused about his own regression So, may I take some of those pieces And place them all 'til I believe That I have found the answers Which no one needs to seeBirth sign: Capricorn
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