Knocking on the door I found
The host asleep,
I watch the cold and the damp
Settling on this body.
The other door is open,
No one stays there,
There is no roof,
Savage calmness
And throbbing emptiness
Once more I knock,
Here the snore
And the pounding of the waves
On the seashore,
I wonder which voice
Will guide me.
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