| Fifteen keys hang on
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| Fifteen keys hang on a chain
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| The chain is joint
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| The chain is joint and forms a ring
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| The ring is in
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| The ring is in a woman’s hand
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| She’s walking on
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| She’s walking on the dusty ground
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| The dusty ground’s a dead-end track
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| The neighbours won’t be coming back
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| Fifteen gardens overgrown
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| Fifteen houses falling down
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| The woman’s old
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| The woman’s old and dressed in black
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| She keeps her hands
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| She keeps her hands behind her back
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| Imagine what
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| Imagine what her eyes have seen
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| We ask but she
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| We ask but she won’t let us in
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| A key so simple and so small
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| How can it mean no chance at all?
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| A key, a promise, or a wish
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| How can it mean such hopelessness
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| «A circle is broken», she says
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| «A circle is broken», she says |