Music Box

On a table in my bedroom
There sits a music box
Decorated with flowers and fairies
The colors of a rainbow,

As I lift the lid music plays
While a ballerina begins to dance
To the tune of Beautiful Dreamer,

There are many treasures
Inside this little music box,

Like your favorite cameo broach
You used to wear
On those special occasions
Now looking back they were so rare,

There is a watch you were once given
As a gift from me to you
It never kept good time
Now you are gone, it is mine,

These trinkets are quite small
At to some they don't mean a thing
To me they are most precious
For once they were yours
And to me that is everything

By Julia
28-12-2004

~THE SIG BOX~

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