The Music Box
In the center of town
There's an old music box
Where people take turns
Turning the knob
Whatever song
You are feeling that day
That is the song
The music box plays
From songs of sorrow
That bring about tears
The music box has
Had it's share over years
Even the happy
With melodies of pure joy
There's not a song
The music box does not know
Children take turns
Playing their childish tunes
While the old and the frayed
Remember well that time too
The music box
Has been around for so long
Yet not a soul knows
How it picks the perfect song
Music has changed
So much over time
Yet still has a calming effect
Over the beasts in our lives
Perhaps that's the job
Of the music box
As the people in town
Take turns turning the knob
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