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When I was a young girl  I found a key. 

It was grey and old and very dusty.

 

My mother frowned and father too

They asked "what use is this for you?"

 

I didn't know.

Nor did I care. 

All I knew that it was lucky and not to be shared.

 

So I sat locked in my room for day after day.

Dreaming and hoping my young life away.

And I clutched that key and held it with all I had.

While parents convinced that I had gone mad.

 

But I stayed and I was safe 

Nothing ever hurt me

All thanks to one old grey

Lucky key. 
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