My door is locked,
I hear someone knocking.
A cold wind blows outside,
but no one, no one I let in.
Those outside hear darkened,
they swayed around and went astray.
Now they come from their daumannverd
And circle around on a carefree journey.
And needleless fire in their sheep.
They call out, but get no answer.
They don't visit me tonight.
I faithfully guard my fire.
I hear them beg and pray
My death is closed. Go in peace!

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