A Music Box

On the last day before our extinction
There’ll be a sound like a music box

Playing a melody we all thought we’d forgotten
Long ago, in a kingdom far, far away

We’ll know each other then
And our shadows will know each other

They will join hands
As the music box plays on

And when we reach our expiry date
It will sing to the jilted trees

And the rocks will once again
Make peace with dark water

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