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I’ve shut the door on yesterday,
It’s sorrows and mistakes;
I’ve locked within its gloomy walls
Past failures and heartaches.
And now I throw the key away
To seek another room,
And furnish it with hope and smiles
And every springtime bloom.
No thought shall enter this abode
That has a hint of pain,
And worry, malice and distrust
Shall never therein reign
I’ve shut the door on Yesterday
And thrown the key away—
The future holds no doubt for me,
Since I have found Today.