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Amy holds the key
To the door that once was opened
The frame has gathered dust
The locking mechanism is broken
And once behind that locked door
Sunlight saw the room
There were flowers on the window sill
And music filled the room
The sound of laughter echoed
And all of it was for you.

 



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