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Old Keys New Doors
Old keys in my hand, rusty and worn,
Memories linger of times long gone.
They fit no locks, they open no more,
Yet I keep them, as treasures to store.
But new doors stand tall, waiting ahead,...
Old keys in my hand, rusty and worn,
Memories linger of times long gone.
They fit no locks, they open no more,
Yet I keep them, as treasures to store.
But new doors stand tall, waiting ahead,...
