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I fell in love with your front door,
fell in love with the view of the stubbled grass
and the stoop and the bench and the street and the cars,
with looking at your life, reflected in the glass
when day turns to night, don't turn on the light.
I fell in love with an image of your life,
fell in love with connecting at the speed of light.
I fell in love with a tuneless trance
and the flashing dancing red and blue you
wove in the night, waving the light.
I fell in love with your front door,
fell in love, got addicted, doesn't matter what you call it,
to connecting with ideas that I never thought before,
through your front door, at the speed of light,
through your front door, front door, front door.
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