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So Annabella destroys her
Doll, her beloved toy boy
And takes all the notes that she made and packs them away
Thus Annabella vows that she
Won’t tell a soul and stay lonely
Defeated now she sadly creeps back to her lab
Thus friends we bid adieu to
The 1st generation, but don’t move
We’ve 3 more Acts to get through, so come let’s ensue
The future beckons and won’t wait
The next generation’s on its way
Dead things and broken love stories for us await
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