Like bubbles in your sea
Ascending
Reaching the surface
And dying
So the sounds
Of that music box of yours
go in a whirlwind
Tiny bells joined together
By a forgotten magician
To make the tune
That will ever play
On your mind
On your soul
When you’re idle
Singing your song
Combing your hair
On your rock
Watching the waves
Come and…
… go by
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