Open the door,
I know you can hear me.
There was a long silence.
I watched the falling snow.
I couldn't feel a thing.
and then you said,
Sorry, I can't.
My mother's at home.
I knew you were making excuses,
Of course you wanted to open the door
But feared what your mother would say.
It's cleared now, the snow.
But the door is still closed.
Your mother went to sleep ages ago.
But the door is still closed.
Some day you will come out
to get the milk.
You will have to see me then.
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