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Miriam Stanislavsky came from Brooklyn Heights Fell in love with Louie Gold in 1909 She was nearly 18 A lovely budding rose Got pregnant through her passions And married Louie Gold
Miriam had a music box Had it since age 3 Given by her father Who died quite suddenly But Louie said, "No wife of mine Will act a little girl." He took away her music box And gave her silks and pearls
Miriam’s magic music box Got a thousand drawers With a thousand locks All your highest hopes Hopes you’ve long forgot Are alive in the drawers Of her music box
Time went on And Miriam had one son Two sons Three Louie worked all hours And piled up the money He filled their home With the finest things Sweat and gold could buy But love had flown away from them Neither could deny
Louie took a mistress As befit a modern king He built the big guns for our ships To kill our enemies Louie rose so proudly From the ash of poverty Home late He found his Miriam Had died quite suddenly
Miriam’s magic music box Got a thousand drawers With a thousand locks All your highest hopes Hopes you’ve long forgot Are alive in the drawers Of her music box
A widower, a businessman Two boys, an infant son He gave away the youngest What else could be done? And Louie worked to douse the pain Became a millionaire By selling off his childhood hopes By dealing in despair
Louie lived to 96 Died while he was dreaming Dreaming of his Miriam And Miriam was singing She sang: "My love it’s time To come with me and come alive!" Had something hiding in her hands That sparkled blue and white
Miriam’s magic music box Got a thousand drawers With a thousand locks All your highest hopes Hopes you’ve long forgot Are alive in the drawers Of her music box
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