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The Key
It was raining
She was drenched
Somewhere to go
But no way to get there
She had the key
To her happiness
But couldn’t open the door
It was an old key
Rusted and tarnished
Given by her father
“Keep this,
It might prove useful.
Remember me.”
But then he died
And her world was plunged into darkness
She couldn’t find the light
And so there she stayed
Forever…
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