The door is open come on in,
upon loves feast let us begin.
Come ride with me upon loves steed,
on the fruits of love we will feed.
Let us climb to the top of the highest cloud,
far away from the rushing crowds.
Up passions stairs let us go,
Scream out loud at the top, I love, love you so.
The door is open come on in.
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