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Mechanical Girl

Little Carrie was like most little girls

She had big bright eyes and two dancing feet

She wore a dress and ribbon-ed all her curls

She would smile to all and walk with a beat

All those who pass by the shop would agree

What a marvel, brilliant, talented child

She was kind, generous, even pretty

Her presence makes the indifferent wild

 

But poor little girl when the day is done

None’s left but metal joints and rusted gears

Love to a lifeless is given by none

Who’d love someone with no joy and no tears

She might have cried of loneliness or pain

Wiped her cheeks thinking ‘it might just be rain’

 

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