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And when I write,

What I’m really doing is walking through doors,

And when I read,

I’m opening new doors to myself,

And all the languages I don’t understand,

Are doors closed to me,

And believe me when I say,

I am willing to pick locks, 

And find keys,

Anything, to gain passage.

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