i touch pieces of porceilin
clearing dust that settled in
i can, can feel when it was new
happily i open boxes with you
you trace shiny gold linings
i see much excitement it brings
now these littering this room
spider webs hanging, me alone
i pick sheet to cover it up
for some moments i did laugh
i still remember so very happy
you're in my heart i can see
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