Won't you come in
And let me see your saddened gaze
Lines across your palms
As they are pressed to the misted window
Deliver me to distant horizons
I wonder if you would like
Tea or coffee
Won't you come in
Let the fires of intrigue guide you
It is raining outside
In here...
Well...
I shall show you what lies inside
If you accept the invitation
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