I lost my music box.
Golden laid with shimmied locks.
A gentle ratchet and silver comb.
Sweet pins oh please, call her home.
The bedplate frozen in the frost.
Hear the tune, my eyes have lost.
Wrapped in a scarf of red tassel and lace.
It was whispered away without any trace.
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