Poor dolly, lying on its back
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The cold rain gently drizzles outside
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The bags are ready, lunch is packed
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"But no one's here. Where's my ride?
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I hope they've got the address right."
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Poor dolly, bored and cracked
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The windows groan with an ancient low
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Dropped like a mitten, dignity intact
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Forgotten? Maybe. Never. No!
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Look, the drizzle is turning to snow!
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Pretty Dolly...
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misty-eyed, mischief-prone,
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wound up tonight
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Pretty dolly, wound up tight
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So much to do on a November night
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Her little shoes, bag, and dress
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None of her friends can ever guess
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When she'll fly off next
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Pretty dolly, dull and drone
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Looking out the window at a long driveway
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"I wonder if they lost their way?"
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Look, the drizzle is turning to snow!
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Pretty Dolly...
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misty-eyed, mischief-prone,
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wound up tonight
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Bratty Girl
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| Twelfth Of Never |
