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Music Box

All the feelings I hold

so near,

I keep them back in a

state of fear

With all my confusion

I get through the night,

hoping by morning

my thoughts will be right

I sit in my music box

try to cry a way out

but no one understands

as I scream and shout

Why can't they just leave me,

or wait a while

I shouldn't feel like this

I'm only a child

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