Music boxes…such teeny worlds spinning
Tinkle, Tinkle, Tinkle…just twist the key
Angelic sounds keep...an old heart grinning
Sounds to smooth a wrinkle or set you free
Small bears my precious darling… she collects
Varieties of poses…e’er holding hands
She claims they are “us”…I do so recollect
That they wear replica…gold wedding bands
When I’m gone I suspect…she’ll be around
And in darkness alone…she’ll twist a key
Tinkle, Tinkle, Tinkle…tears flow with sound
The bears will, whirl, dance…as “we” used to be
Old lady now treasures each music box
As our smitten hearts were…they ne’er bore locks
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