The Lonely Doll Lyrics

In tribute to all things petite, pretty and sweet this verse I offer and greet in desire to replete

A portrait painted from truth but imagined to soothe for Beauty, eternal in youth loves pity, compassion, and ruth

I stumbled out of the saloon an evening last June and heard a distant mournful tune under the dyad moon

My Soul, though with wine I did douse the song did arouse I followed, a drunken louse unto a cardboard house

And through the window to see a doll before me singing to the mirror was she- was it a plea?

Her room was all dresses and bows for a doll neeeds her clothes She leaned in to breathe from a rose and stood on her tippy-toes
With a brush made of jade and pearl she straightened her blonde curl I saw the sad eyes of a girl under teardrops, aswirl

She went to her canopied bed and laid down her head She picked up her sheep-doll and said something with dread

Though I was too drunk to make sense I felt her Essence and turned to leave this pretense for night, black and immense

I remember that singing doll and her grievous call as a little reminder to us all whose sadness wasn't so small

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