I’m just a rag doll
Made from pieces of faded hue;
Stitched together by silken thread of blue.
Picked apart by crows overhead;
What a shame, now no one will take me to bed.
Because I’m just a rag doll
Made from pieces once pretty.
Now I’m just a rag doll
With my head flying high above the city.
What a shame it is to be told
You’re just a rag doll no one will hold.
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