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I finally found a map

But I need to see the key

You say I deserve a clap

But it makes my path unfree

It leads to treasures unknown

But I fear the loss of this prize

For once when the wind had blown

I lost sight of your eyes

I could no long find myself

I was lost on this desert island

Maybe it was placed neatly on shelf

Perhaps the directions were banned

Would the directions be gone if it blew away

Or would I remember where the path lead

Hopefully I would not slowly decay

And leave yet another passenger dead.