Faces are erased, colors are dull,
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Either people or dolls.
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The look is similar to the look
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And a day for a day.
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I'm tired and resting
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I invite you to the booth,
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Where dolls look so much like people.
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Harlequins and pirates, circus performers and acrobats,
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And a villain whose appearance inspires fear.
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Wolf and hare, tigers in a cage -
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They are all puppets
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In deft and hard-working hands.
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Wolf and hare, tigers in a cage -
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They are all puppets
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In deft and hard-working hands.
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Puppets are pulled by strings
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They have smiles on their faces,
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And the clown plays the trumpet.
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And in the process of presenting
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The impression is created
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That the dolls dance by themselves.
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losing
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Oh, how embarrassing sometimes
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That the owner is not visible
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A thread goes up and into the darkness.
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And the dolls are so obedient to him,
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And we believe innocently
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That the doll can talk.
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And the dolls are so obedient to him,
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And we believe innocently
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That the doll can talk.
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But now the owner is extinguishing the candles.
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The ball is over and the evening is over,
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The moon will shine in the clouds.
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And the dolls will be removed from a long thread,
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And, falling asleep with mothballs,
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They will put them in chests in the form of rags.
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And the dolls will be removed from a long thread,
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And, falling asleep with mothballs,
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They will put them in chests in the form of rags. |