The ballerina twirls in the twinkle of stars
Music follows with the strumming of bars
Beside the bed-side window, glistening in the night
Tonight, is the day, with the pleasure of delight

Admiring the starless skies, holding an elegant parasol
On Broadway daylight, hearing the twinkling makes me in high spirits of a carousel
The mouthful of treasure is the beauty all itself
Is it possible to open it myself?

Precious items, gems and stones
Kept somewhere safe like a place like home
A missing piece to a puzzle, an untold episode
A wind up key is what I need for this story to unravel

A reflection is what I see
A tall figure standing cluelessly
Music playing once again
For its message to be sent

Receiving this gift is a blessing
Cannot stop the love for dancing
What is the beauty behind this box?
Wait until this story unlocks.



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