I wish I were a music box ballerina,
Twirling to the soft song that plays;
To be gazed upon by a little girl,
As she watches my delicate ballet.
I wish I were a music box ballerina,
With fairly-like beauty and grace.
With a rose colored dress and golden hair,
And a porcelain alabaster face.
I wish I were a music box ballerina,
Spinning when my box was opened;
A little girl could watch me,
Whenever she was frightened.
I wish I were a music box ballerina,
That when that little girl would weep,
She could watch me and forget her troubles,
And then drift off to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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