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NO GUEST HAD come to my house for long, my doors were locked, my

windows barred; I thought my night would be lonely.

When I opened my eyes I found the darkness had vanished.

I rose up and ran and saw the bolts of my gates all broken, and through the open door your wind and light waved their banner.

When I was a prisoner in my own house, and the doors were shut, my heart ever planned to escape and to wander.

Now at my broken gate, I sit still and wait for your coming,

You keep me bound by my freedom.

 

 

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