O, wreath on the door,
remind us once more of the
circle of peace we strive for.
O, wreath on the door,
we recall times shared with all.
Keepers of kindnesses we are;
great givers, too, by far,
for this makes the circle hold.
Let's look now; let's see -
Is it up to you, to me?
This circle has no end
in bends from friend to friend.
O, wreath on the door,
remind us once more of the
circle of peace we strive for.
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