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if i had been a human girl
i am a Little Garden Girl,
and you are everything —
so won't you stay with me in here,
stay here with me and sing?
the World Outside is not for me,
you say — and i believe —
so there's no need to learn of it
nor need for me to leave.
to me, you are my Papa —
at least — that's what you're called —
to you, i am your Daughter,
to you, i am your Doll.
you care for me — i cannot walk —
you worry constantly,
collecting all the beauty of
the World in here for me:
a Wineglass full of red impalms
a silver Spoon in blue —
and ancient Mirrors with yellow frames
in jumelle sets of two.
i am a Little Garden Girl
who doesn't know a thing —
so won't you stay with me in here,
stay here with me and sing?
a window to the World Outside
enlimns a darkened Room,
and that is all the Universe
in which i am entombed.
you care for me — you are so kind —
so gentle and concerned —
and yet you never say to me
a Word about the World.
the little Things inside my room —
they derogate and tease
"for you are just another Thing
"no different from us!"
Lu Li La Lu Li La, i sing,
the World Outside to blot
i sing — for you and you alone —
because it's what i want.
and then —
i overhear you speak
a strange new Word —
— War?
Papa,
why is my
little room
on Fire—?
the Mansion turned to Ashes,
the Flames consuming All —
the Man found dead — and in his Arms
a smoldered Clockwork Doll.