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The little doll
Walks and walks
Among the ice and the frost
A ray of the moon
It lights up her face
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The doll
The same as before
It is displayed in the shop window
It bends, it bows
To time
To power
She looks at her butt
She's fat
She feels like this
Father of the New Villages
Of Killed Lives
Good God of Summer
Give her a flower
May it be freed from dreams
And from false needs
Do not buy
Do not go out
Do not grow
Let it be true
Fasting fox
/>You feel like no one
She likes the cream
From London and Rome
It lengthens and refines
It's cold
It's morning
The world treats her like this
Christ of the Worst Villages
Of Wasted Lives
Good God of Summer
Light a nice fire
Burn the dazzling model
On the giant sign
And his sad sex
Be an end in itself.