Evelyn is a doll

Just a rather large doll

She's not made of porcelain

She's only made of wood

With a shock of black hair

Hidden under a hood

Cigarette burns & scars

Pot-mark her face

And, she lives under the bed

In an old leather case

She's missing an eye

From when thrown at a wall

Her tattered old dress

No longer fit for a ball

Oh...

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