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The Marionette

Spinning like a silhouette,

She is held together by a couple of strings

Dancing like a marionette


The lights go dim and the stage is set

She moves under the watchful eyes of queens and kings

Spinning like a silhouette


To the haunting melodies of a string quartet

She bends, her heart aching,

Dancing like a marionette


The curtain falls and soon begins a duet;

She returns home, restraints binding,

Spinning like a silhouette


Never a Romeo’s Juliet,

She is but her master’s plaything,

Dancing like a marionette


Her strings not broken yet,

She closes her eyes and wishes for wings,

Always spinning like a silhouette,

Forever dancing like a marionette

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