Creak, squeak
The rusty gate utters
A melody that's unique
And filled with silent prayers.
Releasing squeals of joy
When someone enters,
Emitting moans of woe
As someone departs.
Rusted from continuous tears,
Almost falling apart
As love disappears,
That is the gate to my heart.
The rusty gate utters
A melody that's unique
And filled with silent prayers.
Releasing squeals of joy
When someone enters,
Emitting moans of woe
As someone departs.
Rusted from continuous tears,
Almost falling apart
As love disappears,
That is the gate to my heart.




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