The boy and the doll

Once there was a little doll
sitting in a big, big hall
lonely and abandoned.

Then there came a poor, poor boy,
he never had had any toy,
his father being always stoned.

He found it behind a yellow curtain,
playing there and knowing for certain,
the castle was left for hundred years.

His heart was beating for the present,
his feeling was becoming pleasant,
and both of them had joyful tears.

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