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Memories of an Old Music Box

Another human fell down I hear all about it from the Royal Guard who patrols here every day and a man with a cart trying to make a sale I’m so bored and it’s been raining for so long the water is starting to erode my head but I hear footsteps and see someone pass by me they have old, worn ballet slippers and an umbrella which they place over me such a generous soul deserves a song so I’ll serenade them and they smile at me from under their long, shaggy hair.

Memories of an Old Music Box

Another human fell down I hear all about it from the Royal Guard who patrols here every day and a man with a cart trying to make a sale...