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As I turned the key
That locks the door
Of what used to be
Our old home
I found that
You have gone
And I stood there
For a minute
I must have forgotten
That it has been long
And though the facts
Are but all over
Sometimes,
I still find it hard
To go on
And get over
That locks the door
Of what used to be
Our old home
I found that
You have gone
And I stood there
For a minute
I must have forgotten
That it has been long
And though the facts
Are but all over
Sometimes,
I still find it hard
To go on
And get over
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