Now the old man was nearing a toy shop
Where he could hear a music box kind of sound
From a miniature carousel with its miniature horses
All circling faithfully around
And a little girl wearing a russian styled coat
Was carefully looking inside
At the horses and knights and the trains with their lights
While she was imagining they all were alive
For at this time a child will dare
To see what is perhaps not there
Or at least not there to adult eyes
Who have forgotten how to fantasize
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