Toy Tale
On my desk .. I keep a toy
Car .. with batteries .. ready to play
Moves smoothly.. opens the doors
Merrily lighting .. full of joy
But, I bought that toy for her
Once she asked, I said sure
Now, she plans to leave that car
She decided to become unfair
No more songs, but a sad tale
Tears in batteries, wheels cry
No one helps, nobodies care
When she, suddenly, said Good-bye
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