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The Key
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Looking to the Light
When I as but a little boy
And went to school every day
My speech was slow and words broken
I was slow to learn my letters
Quick to learns of the cruel
I looked to the end of day
When I could go to my home
Where no one would mock
And I could have peace
Go to door
And take out my key
Open the door
To the dark and quiet
An empty house where I was free
Where no one would mock
Where no one was mean
Till mother came home
And then I would hide
