In a land of misfit toys
In a land of misfit toys
I stand alone
but at first you would not think, for i am surrounded
but still i stand alone
empty
broken
forgotten
my batteries ran out
my wind up jammed
my strings tangled
and while the world evolves around me
i stay still
never to feel again
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