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Oh, Life has put into my hand |
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His Bunch of Keys,
And said, "With these
Do aught you please! |
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But one door only, understand, |
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Is not for thee —
Societee! |
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The Key of Gold will open wide that door-way;
But recollect that one way is not your way!" |
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So like a Peri at the gate |
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Of Fashion-land
I have to stand — |
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The sport of tantalizing Fate!
The sport of tantalizing Fate! |
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O Golden Key |
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That openest every door-way! |
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How glad my song of life would be
Could I make use of thee, |
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O Golden Key! |
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How glad my song of life would be
Could I make use of thee,
Could I make use of thee, |
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O Golden Key! |
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How chang'd my life and song! |
