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On top it says aria 
But, it's no electric 
needed 
Eleven pegs for just six strings 
Its one half feels deserted 

It's old and tarnished 
Nicked and dinged 
Worn frets 
No shine 
No gleam 

But, through the years 
has gleaned all that 
I felt 
The laughs 
The tears 
Truths, lies, and fears 

My Music Box 
It has a name 
a solo in its own 
Right to stand 
So tall and strong 
Behold! 
It looks so 

all alone