Of wood and brass and tin.
The outside's gotten rotted,
But it's beautiful within.
The lustrous wood is gray now,
The varnish worn away,
But the music's just as lovely
As though it were built today.
Though the case is broken,
The mechanism's true.
I have a little music box.
I'll play a song for you.
I miss my iPad. But I still have my pens, and I still have my paper, so the creative process continues.
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