Your Door

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    Your Door

    Your Door

    Here I am
    Standing at your door
    I've thought about this moment
    A thousand times before
    And I've been waiting
    For your answer
    Those three words
    You know I want to hear

    You have no idea
    What you mean to me
    You have no idea
    What you've done for me

    So here I am
    Standing at your door
    Praying that you'll open it
    Don't leave me here in the cold
    I'll keep waiting
    Waiting for your answer
    Those three words
    You know I want to hear

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.