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I watch you as you burn Tongues of yellow, orange and deepest red Licking at your yarn head Nipping, curling around your homespun cloth Little dolly mine I cannot bring myself to cry As momma sobs out loud Burning with our house Is Little dolly mine Your dark, burlap skin The button eyes, I sowed with pain and care As grandmomma watched Little dolly mine You did nothing to deserve this You were the best of dolls The best I ever had I hugged you close I dressed you up so carefully Little dolly mine I am so sorry That I cannot rescue you Not from the flaming house That burns with evil man’s fire But I stare at the desecration And I cannot help but look At those ice cold eyes that burn Those eyes that lit the fire And marched us up and out The crisp uniforms and barked commands I would not trust you in their hands And as we marched away I glanced at all that is left Glowing embers of your hair Ash that once composed your limbs As I mourn I also shudder My heart tells me the despite this horror here You, Little dolly mine Who burned up in the fire You were the lucky one.