Music Box
Emptiness, herein lies,
Despondent heart, withers away.
Little notes tinkle and fly,
a music box somewhere plays.
Little stone ballerina
Round and round she goes,
beating heart, stony Estella,
ever silent, she already knows.
In her little box she stays,
Hidden from cruel world,
dancing like little bees play
save for the notes, unreachable.
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