The music box was going
And the doll was dancing
Along with her mistress
And the were dancing
Barefooted on the hardwood floor
It was a dismal and shabby room
The floor was dark
It was old-fashioned though
In the time when girls
Would wear hair ribbons
In their hair and lace on their dresses
It was kind of sad
And I could cry
In looking back
'Til finally I looked in the room
But I can't remember
Whether they had vanished
Or whether they were
Standing still as a statue

*~Marian~