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Open The Gates

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Meandor117

Published: Mar 27, 2012

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Open the gate
But enter at risk
If you lose
Then you won't be able to quit

Do not stray
You will get lost
If you do
Then you won't find the way

Open the gate
But enter at risk
I got lost
And now I wish I could quit

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