-1/08/08
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O p e n up the jewelry box,
Mother made it just for you.
It plays your song
just like she sang it.
R e s t in your lover's arms,
Father gave his hand to you.
He knows your heart
just like he knew it.
Little girl, grasp the memories of the past,
the experiences of the present.
Wrap them up together, hold them fast,
they become a timeless present.
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Oh, and I like how you put some things in italics and some things in bold. xd