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The Treasure Box

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she had treasure, housed in a beautiful box
it was a music box with words of melody
there was always a gleam of ivory,
before the melodic led to precious

she lent me this box, and I could touch the ivory
I could feel the beauty of the treasure box
so precious the music treasure box
the box was smooth and velvet

and the treasure, she showed it to me
I heard it when I touched the pretty box
I have not forgotten the sound from the box
the box whose music was the treasure
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