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Music Box

From a real event...

The sweet sadness of a music box winding to a stop. The notes growing slowly further and further apart. The cheerful tune becoming melancholy. I wonder at each note, "Will it be the last?" As we drift apart, my Love, When will be OUR last?

 Dear heart that beats next to my own,Whose pulse I feel when all alone;Where in the silence of the nightDo your eyes glow with hidden light?Where among the moon’s gentle tearsDoes your own weeping fill the earsOf the uncaring winds aboveWho cry but know...

Of love the world never grows weary, Though long ages wax only to wane; The eagle will fly from her eyrie But always alight there again. Cold winters yield to the springtime, Blooms flourish where once there was snow, The setting sun and the clock chime W...

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