Music Box
Jerky moves and reddened eyes
Sorrow, tear that ne'er dries
'neath crystal eyes and golden locks
Glinda is a music box
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Superficial sug'ry tune
Metal hiding hidden wound
Never changing melody
A symphonic parody
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Lacking change, lacking life
Only gears and inner strife
Too pink and pretty, too pristine
Needing a dash of …green
FIN