The Old Box

It's just there.
Sitting and gathering dust
The old passion locked in box
Waiting for it to be taken out
And to be polished

Running around for money, or for love
Once you return home
You see  the old box with you forever
Just sitting there and gathering the dust
Waiting for it to be taken out
And to be polished

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