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A dark street with closed doors.
- Wouter DB -
12 Feb 2003
Walking down a street,
From number 1 to 99.
Feeling bursts of pain,
Inside those feet of mine.
At each number I ring the bell,
And ask what is up next.
A door crashes in my face,
Thank God this is just plain text.
But really, that hurted!
What have I done so wrong?
It must be that I'm stupid,
Cuz' I just keep going on.
I can't go further, I really can't,
but lights go out behind me.
Come on, one more number,
dark shadows touch me already.
Almost at number 17,
I wonder what's it gonna be.
A door which opens just for me?
I think that's just a dream.
I like it, just written, rather deep I guess...
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