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The Silver Box
My love gave me a silver box
encrusted with fine jewels,
The keepsake with it's ornate key
The envy of all who see.
As I fall asleep at night
I watch the moonlight play
moving soft caressing fingers
Across the box and key,
The colours yield and sparkle
then join to coalesce
forming an image of my love
kissed by each bright moonbeam.
With loving thoughts I fall asleep
And longingly I dream.
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