[John Lodge]
Mystery spread it's cloak across the sky, we'd lost our way.
Shadows fell from trees, they knew why.
Then through the leaves a light broke through,
A path lost for years led us through.
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House of four doors, I could live there forever.
House of four doors, would it be there forever.
Loneliness, the face of pilgrim's eyes looked on,
As the door opened wide.
Beauty, they had found before my eyes to see,
And to the next door we came.
Love of music, showed in everything we heard,
Through the third door where are we?
Enter in, all ye who seek to find within,
As the plaque said on the last door.
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