A little girl once told me,
She had a little friend named Dolly;
She did not talk but just listened,
Comforted and soothed all her pains with love and smiles;
She grew up but her Dolly became tattered and worn out,
Her mother could not save her;
She got many other new friends,
But none could replace Dolly;
She cried a pail-full of tears,
Wondering why Dolly had left her all alone;
Now she understands the meaning of parting (Death),
And only memories remain in her breast!
Now she cherishes every moment,
When loved ones and friends around;
Not to lament after they have gone,
Too late to be awakened!

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