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I look at the door and floor

I want some flower and open that door

I want to open the door but i dont have that thing

that thing they called

A key

They have those key I don't have

To open that wonderful power

Here in

Keyland...

The key that open there power like a door with lock open my a key

If i became old

Will somoene open my heart with lock

Will that someone have those key to my heart



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