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In my magic box I can hear the laughter of my friends, see their tears of happiness running down their cheeks. In my magic box there is the light and warmth from the sun, a twinkle of a star up in the sky, waves crashing on the shore, fluffy white clouds in the sky. I bring into my magic box times of happiness and joy. Into my magic box I bring the smell of flowers all around, and I can hear the chirping of birds far and near and I can feel the soft cotton clouds as I sit on them in the sky. The lid of my magic box is made from marble, the base of my magic box is made from glass, and the key to open my box is my voice. In my magic box I ride on horses from cloud to cloud. I swim in a lake as clear as glass and I run on water and down waterfalls. When I am finished I jump into bed thinking about what tomorrow will bring.