Dolls and Dollas
What could be my dolls.
They are the deepest part of my soul.
They are the sun and sky.
They learned to fly the kite.
My dolls and dollas
Were so sugaree sweet.
They smelled like a garden.
They were angelic like a face like a ight.
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