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TURN THE KEY,
WIND IT UP,
OPEN UP THE LID.
THE MUSIC PLAYS,
SOME OLD SONG,
A SONG PLAYED OH SO SWEET.
THE DANCERS DANCE,
UPON THE STAGE,
SPINNING ALL AROUND.
THE MUSIC STOPS,
THE DANCERS TOO,
WAITING ONCE AGAIN.
TURN THE KEY,
WIND IT UP,
LET THEM PLAY AGAIN.
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THE MUSIC BOX
THE MUSIC BOX
