It is I,
The one knocking at your door,
The only one whom you have not yet entrusted
with a key to your heart,
Let me in,
Let me in,
I say and say again,
But,
The door never opens,
And it is I,
Who again is left alone,
No key to anything is in my hands,
No heart is mine,
I can only wait,
And wait I do.
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