In tribute to all things petite pretty and sweet, the lonely doll. This first i offer a greet and desire to repeat the lonely doll. A poetry painted from truth but imagine the suit the lonely doll. For beauty eternally in youth those pity compassion and roots the lonely doll. I stumble out of the salute and evening last June, the lonely doll. And heard a distant .. under the .. moon the lonely doll. my soul with .. go with .. dolls the song .. the lonely doll. I follow the dark and lights until a ... house, the lonely doll. And till the wind goes to sea a doll before me, a lonely doll. Singing to the mirror was she was it a .., the lonely doll. Her room was of dresses and bows for a doll is a curse, the lonely doll. she ..into breath from a rose and ..tones, the lonely doll. With some brush made of jade and pearl she ..blond curl, the lonely doll. i saw the ..of a girl on the tear drops and .. the lonely doll. She went to her canapé bed and laid down her head, the lonely doll. She picked up her sheep on and said something with dread, the lonely doll. the ..was too drunk to make sense i felt ..to her sense, the lonely doll. And turned to leave this pretend from my black .., the lonely doll. I remember that singing doll and her greaves call, the lonely doll. and it's a little remind to the song who said this wasn't so small, the lonely doll