I had found her out in the snow.
She was someone’s first doll.
I guess at last they’d let her go.
I had found her out in the snow.
All she had was her pretty bow.
Like most, she was once all.
I had found her out in the snow.
She was someone’s first doll.
Copyright ©2010 Leslie Alexis
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