The chest

In an old antique shop, down a small backstreet
Lives an antique that is quite unique
It lives on the top shelf
An old miniature dusty chest, covered in cobwebs
It looks quite ordinary, no one wants to buy it
No one has ever actually ever looked at it

One day a young girl comes into the shop
Looks around and walks out, suddenly she see's the Little chest
She takes it down, cleans it, she can hardly control herself
She goes to pay for it, but the shop keeper tells to just have it
She takes it home, and cleans it up
It was the most beautiful chest she had ever seen
She opens it up and her face lights up with glee
Because inside that chest, was something that she always wanted..me!

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