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He knows all about those bright bronze doors
Waiting a mile away.
Waiting a mile away.
For you in the flesh teased him in the flesh
And would not let him be,
Till you teased him out of his flesh for good
And into Eternity.
And would not let him be,
Till you teased him out of his flesh for good
And into Eternity.
But what is fire to a living man
Is nothing at all to a bone.
He lies at ease in the cold and the mold,
And he lies at ease alone.
Is nothing at all to a bone.
He lies at ease in the cold and the mold,
And he lies at ease alone.
He will be part of the earth in time,
You will be only dust,
And your carven door will be nothing more
Than a heap of eating rust.
You will be only dust,
And your carven door will be nothing more
Than a heap of eating rust.
