My Little Broken Doll

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Fragile as a plume

Beautiful as a bloom

She is certainly my doom

 

 

Like a heavy poison consuming me

So deep that all I want is to flee

From this dark and dangerous sea

 

 

I need her by my side

She is my beautiful bride

But one day I lost her to the fire

I couldn’t do anything, just watch the pyre

 

 

I staged through the rubble

Ignoring all my trouble

I extended my hand, trying to not bawl

 

Caring in my hands a little broken doll…

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