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Sep 2017
I opened my box,
Turned the ****,
Hand and feet on position
And danced to the music.

Sometimes, the music is joyous.
Sometimes, it is melancholic.

I am waiting for the day
When I don't have to turn the ****
To hear music.

And I am waiting for the day
I finally outgrow my enclosure.
Sha
Written by
Sha  F/Somewhere only I know
(F/Somewhere only I know)   
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   --- and Benjamin
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