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My little doll,
Sitting on the shelf.
Thinking pretty things,
You can never tell.

My little doll,
With blood stained rosy cheeks.
Wont you sing with me,
Is your voice to weak?

My little doll,
You clothes so very nice.
Your eyes they shine so bright,
But where is all your fright?

My little doll,
Why dont you understand.
I am not like you,
My hands aren't made of glass.

My little doll,
Falling off the shelf.
Screams escape your mouth,
But I wont ever tell.