Magic Doors
A Stranger came and said to me,
When I lived in the moors.
"There was a legend, long ago,
About these magic doors."
'The doors go round and round about.
The dead go in, the live come out.
And if you live in fear and doubt,
The doors can also wash that out.'
If only I were brave enough
I would go inside
But I will not, because "What if?"
What if this Stranger lied?
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