Behind the curtain of ivy,
Lies something new.
A new life, a new day,
And the whole universe to explore.
Behind the curtain of ivy,
Is a golden doorknob.
It is on a golden wall
Behind the curtain of ivy.
Behind the curtain of ivy,
And behind the door,
Is a field of green.
With a horizon painted an orange-red.
Behind the curtain of ivy,
One can roam freely.
You can try something new,
As if it is a new day.
Behind the curtain of ivy,
Your eyes are clear,
And fears are the past.
You have now changed for the better.
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