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THE SONG OF THE OPEN DOOR
When, like a beast, the snow storm roars,
when, in a rage, it howls,
you do not have to lock the doors,
of your residing house.
When on a lasting trip you go
the road is hard, supposing,
you ought to open wide your door
leave it unlocked, don't close it.
As you leave home one quiet night,
decide, don't pause a minute:
mix up the burning pinewood light
with that of human spirit.
I wish the house you live in,
were always warm and faultless..
A closed door isn't worth a thing,
a lock is just as worthless.
Bulat Okudzava
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