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Kiss Her Baby Tears Away
My dolly was thrown Down on the hard ground She laid there listless While the kids crowded round. They laughed and jeered That my dolly was thrown down They thought it was funny That she was on the ground. Then a big brave boy Came forward from the crowd He picked up my dolly Off the dirty ground. He looked around At the jeering crowd This is what he said In a voice that was loud. "This might be just a dolly That you flung to the ground But this is her baby That she keeps safe and sound. When the day comes That a real baby is around Would you, in a fit of anger Fling her to the ground? Or if you were present And witnessed such a sight Would you laugh and jeer Or do what is right?" He passed me my dolly So gentle and sweet And looked at the crowd Moving on down the street. "Take your dolly, hold her near Kiss away her baby tears Hug her oh so very tight Love her with all your might. ![]() Image provided by undocked22
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