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His strings are attached
But he is as still as a stone
Unable to move his wooden bones
The magic wand has no effect
He has eyes that seem detached
No pulse that anyone detects
The puppet master sits in despair
The strings are pulled that shed his tears
Alas! ...the puppet has become the puppeteer!