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If only an angel or supernatural could pluck up this mortal fate and twist the coil that can spring life forth once again.
Like a jack-in-the-box torn out of his nuzzled crate, I don't know where I am or if I can walk.
My novelty was taken away by some phantom, a stranger which had no care or thought.
I used to have a painted smile on my face.
To surprise and laugh was my only plot.
Now I'm tossed among the piled heap: Forgiven, but also forgotten.
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