The ivory music box
The pale gleaming box, sits with its glow,
Hiding its tunes that one would like to know,
A pretty sight it will be when,
A c carousel, laying on your table seat,
Mimicking, the moon shine,
And Dressed In Ivory Wine,
The Little Mares twirl So graceful, like a decadent Swan,
A blissful site, it will be in the glowing stretch of Dawn,
AH !, The slow melody is so sheered And carefully woven like the threads of fate,
The song flows to your ears in a form , so intricate,
But worry not the heavenly tunes could be heard again,
Just turn the golden key again and again,
Wish that comes from every mind to be a child once more,
So happens to be granted by this box, leaving you stun by the floor,
She sings the mothers lullaby,
OH !, The melody can make one cry,
The silver dressed, horses, go round, and round on the top,
Gracefully dancing to the tune and mirthfully trying to hop,
It is, a carefully crafted box which resembles the moon,
The spectacle is so proud that it makes you forget your worries soon,
It pulls out your fantastical thought,
By the end of the song, might I say it changes you a lot?
The cheerful, glistening toy ,
That is laced and tiered with gold , brings you nostalgic joy,
This ivory music box sits quietly by the Moon beams,
This ivory music box, carefully, caresses, and hold your dreams.
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