Whenever I was alone in the old house, I would quietly climb up the stairs to the attic and wind up the music box. There was a jar of pennies next to the music box and I would drop one in the slot and then I would listen to it play La Paloma (Click to listen). Tears would roll down my cheeks because I loved that tune so much.
When I am drawing, I often absent-mindedly hum the tune of La Paloma. I still love that tune.
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