Room of a thousand keys
I was locked in a spacious room
and upon the walls I could see
photographs and paintings rich,
and even taller libraries.
hanging from thinly strung strings
were many shining keys,
and I walked about this room, studying its luxuries.
every amusement and every novelty
could not distract from my noticing
that there were no doors to this room,
but one thousand keys.
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