[Ventriloquist.]She’s locked inside a silent, velvet case.
With bright blue eyes and lips she cannot move,
Her wooden tongue speaks others words of lace.
If the words are sincere, she could not prove.
If she could tell of what she hopes each day,
If you could hear the thoughts from which she aches,
You’d hear a yearning for a voice to say“I wish I had real eyes instead of fakes.”
She wants to have beautiful eyes of blue
Because with eyes so true, you see the world.
Her wish couldn’t mean anything to you;
You watched the Earth around you while it twirled.
This doll is crying out a lonely plea
For life; If only painted eyes could see.
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