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Ten pretty little dolls,
Still but alive,
Living by their grudges,
Death allows them to strive.
An Alice doll wanders;
Endless nightmares, she makes.
A Catherine doll dances;
With her magical waters, she pranks.
A Chelsea doll soon joins;
Hell’s Basket, souls she consumes.
A Beatrix doll sleeps;
In her prison, sealed in the Abyss.
An Eleanor doll snips;
Cutting all, her giant white scissors.
The doll master, Brenda;
Returns with her puppet strings.
Five angry little dolls now gone,
Five more remains.
A Ginny doll searches;
Endless wandering, for her friend Alice.
A Juliet doll sings;
Waiting, a beat her heart now skips.
A Gerda doll plays;
The game of lives and deaths.
A Leslie doll wakes;
Still left in her nightmares, she walks.
A Mirabel doll follows;
Snipping with her giant white scissors.
The doll master, Brenda;
Waves her strings once more.
Ten angry little dolls now gone.
Not one left in store.