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Her faith is little
And hope is none
Her smile is broken
And beauty undone

her crimson lips
are shattered in two
her velvet blood
is seeping thru

this little brass doll
was once held high
bu fallen so far
she cant even cry

for no one will here
her muffled whine
no one will stop
and take the time

so farther she falls
harder she'll strive
until out of reach
and no longer alive