There stood a girl in a white dress All she wanted was a toy A doll maybe, she couldn’t care less, Anything that brought her joy.
There stood a clown With a red nose and a big smile Things changed when the clown frowned The girl was speechless for a while.
Then the clown started singing As he laid the little girl down A song of horror, her head was spinning But she was told not to make a sound.
What is he doing? The little girl thought. Why is he laughing? When I am not.
I want my mommy, The little girl yelled Please, sir, get off me, For I’m not feeling too well.
The clown had his share of fun He passed her to his friends The girl laid there, all stunned, Her life was being blown away like sand.
The girl was finally left alone As she tried painfully to get on her feet Her face so white and hard as stone She was far away from the streets.
The little girl now stands there in her dress The little girl we knew before. Even though she is wearing the same white dress, Her dress is white no more. *Rajwinraj*
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