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We begin as molds, Shaped, wounded by the choices we make, As life bestows its relentless gravity resting upon our simple existence, Till one day we are formed, A key, Put into our hands by ourselves,
There's this key to success so recogonize where your looking Your busy trying to find it on your own While everybody else is busy cooking NO! It's not under the couch They are shouting and eating
The mascot of Nintendo; And the greatest hero of all time. He loves jumping around; Grabbing Mushrooms and Fire Flowers; Stomping on Enemies; Exploring the Mushroom World;
  When I feel sad or I feel confused; If I'm feeling blue or a little down, I find relief and escape from it all,
I don’t feel you anymore Numb to spine shaking vibratos Your crescendos don’t stretch my rib cage like they used to   My dearest piano, you were the only friend that never stopped listening
There are so many keys That are scattered all about, Some are hidden, some I’ll give you And some you’ll never find out.   They are the keys to my body Heart, mind, and soul,
Through the desert to the sea None have found the right key Simple, crooked, or sparkling, None have matched up Sailing through the moon to discover what I need Closing my eyes and dreaming my own speed
I am a key. I am metal and cold. I am hard and ornate. I do not taste or see or feel. Pockets, drawers, and key-chains. All places that I can hide. Locking thing up tight. Hider of many things.
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