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Music Box
For a friend who will always dance to a slightly different tune.
Turn the golden key
And look under the lid
Of the wooden music box
Inside a secret's hid
A pretty little girl
In a dress of faded pink
She had to be a princess
Is what I used to think
A prince will come to save her
And spirit her away
I'd lift the lid and hear the tune
And check on her each day
I've waited all this time
I'm sure he will come soon
But the ballerina dances
To a different tune
