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The Music Box
The Music Box
The Music Box opens
The dancer she turns
With music so sweet
To be pretty she's learned
The dancers enchanting
She soon draws a crowd
So pretty is she
So fragile and proud
Although people love her
She longs for the sound
Which tells her it's over?
The lid it comes down
Then back into darkness
Her safe and closed place
She feels so much safer
As here is her space
Although such a wonder
Such joy she does bring
She waits for her solitude
To her place she does cling
When the music box sings
She misses her space
The dancer must be
Chained to her place
She twirls and she waits
But so sad is she
longing for her sanctuary
and never to be free
© TRIZIA 2006
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