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curled, and hidden, I watch the words disappear on your pages.

The moon is dim The clouds are thick The doors are shut The guard is set. The door to life and light is closed The door to death and dark is barred We wander in the courtyard where The lanterns dim, the coach is there But we can go no further The doors are shut We cannot go back The gate is locked. The walls surround us dark and tall The ghosts of those before are speaking The doors are shut The guards stand before the doors Suits of armor grey and grim Halberds glint in lantern-light The doors are shut There are no sights except for those of crumbling cities all around and temples of forgotten gods and castles of long-dead kings The o