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Nov 2015
There's a window in the wall,
It isn't wide, it isn't tall.
It's a space for you to see,
all the things you couldn't be.

But there's a door through the room,
and it's waiting just for you.
But only you hold the key,
just insert, and you will see.
Written by
Cara Lea
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