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Once upon a time there was one doll.
She had big green eyes, and her nose was small.
Tiny were her hands, feet and plump red lips.
White was her smooth skin, rosy were her cheeks.
The doll was so cute but her friendly smile
Was not full of warmth, was not full of life.
Nothing in the world could make this nice doll
Leave her cozy shelf and be just a girl.
Please, don't think the doll had no heart and soul.
She dreamt of a friend being all alone.
And at last he came. Yes, he really came.
And he told the doll: “I don't want to play.
I need you for life, not for any game.
I love you. And you? Do you feel the same?”
The doll's heart woke up. Innocent and shy,
She told him: “I'm yours. Be forever mine”.
And a gentle kiss swept away her mind.
The doll left her shelf and became alive.
No longer was her smile painted or dull.
It was bright and so warm and happy now.
He called her his cute and sweet lovely girl.
He told her he loved both her face and soul.
He took her small hand and asked for her heart.
And she gave him all, everything she had.
Happier than all people in the world –
This is how the doll felt being his girl.
He made her his own, he made her alive,
Filled her soul with love and then … made her cry.
Yes, this fairy tale didn't last so long.
It turned out his love wasn't so much strong.
Having got her heart, he stopped being nice.
She would him warmth and would get back ice.
She would give him all and she would be hurt.
“You don't understand”, - this is what she heard.
He told her that she was still just a doll.
He told her that he wished a real girl.
He said he had no plans about her.
Then he left his doll, having said: “You'll cope”.
He was all her life and her only joy.
What was she for him? Was she just a toy?
It turned out it was painful just to breathe.
Poor little doll, do you want to live?
Yes, your eyes are bright – they are bright with tears.
And the smile is sad on the painted lips.
Poor little girl, how long will you live?
You've learnt how to love – learn how to forgive.
Learn how to forget that one who's your all.
Girlie, learn again how to be a doll.