The Music Box
As she listens to her music box
It makes her feel alive
She no longer dances to it's magical tune
For now she's nintey-five
It takes her back to her youthful years
Her memories, wrapped in a smile
She can only remember, bits and pieces
For it's been such a long, long while
Her daddy would lift her on his shoulders
As they danced around the room
She'd often pretend, she was the bride
And her daddy was the groom
They played it on her wedding day
She was married for fifty-six years
Again, she winds her music box
As her eyes are filled with tears
It's music brings her comfort
When it's tune begins to play
And as she watches the lady dance
She quietly passes away
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