By one year's length, of one yearned round
Looking for a way out
From toil, inescapable
Unto this door, Time-walled, impresst
Of its own luring seal
In a cool shady rest
That is Summer's, in begging rapped.
No key, in response heard!
For what never locked is!
Oh its access! Highest winged in.
The bluest, the brightest.
Oh! Heart-liberating.
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