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A door. Just a door. Easy to open, right?

But easy for whom? Look again, look twice

At the city hall, the staff showed us around:

An automatic door, an adjustable tap

A ramp beside the stairs, a yellow sign on the ground —

A wheelchair rolled up smoothly, no gap

Both left-handed and right-handed hands can pull

A mother with baggage, an elderly man, the young —

To design is to imagine someone else in full

"Over here!" — the door opened for everyone

Everyone is able to enter. Everyone is free to stay

That is what fair means — not the same, but true

Words are power. Words are light

A door to welcome you is a word made new

An American professor spoke of his childhood:

"I wasn't able to hold a product in my hand

So I learned to remove the walls where I stood

Universal design — to help was my plan."

Regardless of ability, regardless of age

A public facility should open its heart

Thanks to a useful thought on a page

The accessible world got its start

The idea spread from a center to the whole —

To touch, to enter, to live: that is the goal

Everyone is able to enter. Everyone is free to stay

That is what it means — a town that's true

Words are power. Words are light

We learned to build a door today. For you

A door. Just a door. But now we see —

It was a letter, addressed to you and me