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You hold me like a china doll,

The gentlest touch, as not to break me,

Stroke my rough hair with the softest hand,

Undress me and then dress me again,

Sit me in a chair and watch me,

Carefully setting me down,

Settling me in to my new surroundings,

And at the same time, playing around,

You treated me as an angel,

White faced and pure,

But then I was yours,

And things started to change,

Now I am alone in this house you bought for me,

With these dishes you beg me to clean,

Once a beautiful china doll,

Now in rags I lay.