She would never think to question him
For what he’d done that day,
Never think to answer him
Or his pleas to light the way.
She would never try to dissuade him
Should he decide to try again,
And though his cries grew ever louder,
She’d let his path grow dim.
For you see, she wasn’t in the place
To give the boy advice;
She’d only been stolen for her pretty face,
A doll without a price.














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