THE TWO DOLLS.
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have a doll, an old, old doll, The playmate of many years; I've danced around with her in my smiles, And hugged her tight in my tears. And I've a doll, a new, new doll, 'Twas given me yesterday; Dressed out in silk and beautiful lace, Ever so bonny and gay. One is battered and scratched and grey, The other has hair like gold; But much as I love the new, new doll, Better I love the old.
