The Music Box

January 16, 2011
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Tirelessly the Bluebird moves
Encircling its marble prey,
As each can neither win nor lose
The round proceeds throughout the day.

Though pace it can not seem to keep
Soon can't it whisper but a peep,
Lying eternally in its sleep
Waiting for a chance to play.

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