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I come to your big door, only to leave as poor Don't the reasons always mean to be pure to another When we are not so understood, will I find something good The more things lead to harm with open arms That take the need away Love came to ease and tame all that had seeded shame My relieving seems to frail to be named, ever needing When we are not so understood, will I find something good More things lead to harm with open arms That take the need away Don't the reasons always mean to be pure to another But I don't feel many When we are not so understood will I find something good More things lead to harm with open arms That take the need away Open your arms Open your arms From Letras Mania