my doll, has one eye.
second, a friend picked out.
instead of in the nose,
in the nursery school he picked.
now, I am dreaming, that he is wearing
glasses, and okay...
better he will see it,
of what didn't notice.
my doll has one eye.
it is a souveni, r from the nursery school.
she is most beautiful.
I will sew new eyes for her.
then, everyone will say,
that well for her from eyes it is looking
and is growing... lovely...
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