In tribute to all things petite pretty and sweet The lonely doll This verse I offer and greet In desire to replete The lonely doll A portrait painted from truth But imagined to soothe The lonely doll For Beauty, eternal in youth Loves pity, compassion, and ruth The lonely doll I stumbled out of the saloon An evening last June The lonely doll And heard a distant, mournful tune Under the dyad moon The lonely doll My Soul, though with wine I did douse The song did arouse The lonely doll I followed, a drunken louse Unto a cardboard house The lonely doll And through the window to see A doll before me The lonely doll Singing to the mirror was she Was it a plea The lonely doll Her room was all dresses and bows For a doll needs her clothes The lonely doll She leaned in to breathe from a rose And stood on her tippy-toes The lonely doll With a brush made of jade and pearl She straightened her blonde curl The lonely doll I saw the sad eyes of a girl Under teardrops, aswirl The lonely doll She went to her canopied bed And laid down her head The lonely doll She picked up her sheep-doll and said Something with dread The lonely doll Though I was too drunk to make sense I felt her Essence The lonely doll And turned to leave this pretense For night, black and immense The lonely doll I remember that singing doll And her grievous call The lonely doll As a little reminder to us all Whose sadness wasn' t so small The lonely doll编辑于2023/05/09更新