A girl so quiet,
Avoiding the riot,
Sat by herself,
On a shelf;

She felt so alone,
But no one would have known;
For she could not talk,
Or even walk;

She could not blink,
But would always think,
How it would feel
To be a person so real;

So she sat,
And that's a fact
That she was a doll,
And could not be real at all.
 
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