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 * To think on the story told&mdash;
 * Not to me, but to her friend&mdash;
 * Of a life that had only one end,
 * And for burden, "Oh, so cold!"


 * Have you ever seen on the face
 * Of a child a sort of despair,
 * A comical, hopeless air,

When a toy won't work, or a doll won't cry, Or a cart runs awkwardly?
 * Well, I saw it there
 * As she moved to a further chair.
 * She'd broken some toy she had&mdash;
 * Or, was it a life gone bad?

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