doll + chat
     
  My skirt is stuffed with prophecies.

After a hundred years I began to wonder: why are most of them so sad?

You have a kind face, wrinkled from smiling.
It would please me if you picked me up,
spread the paper leaves with your fingers
gently, oh gently--

Yes! There!

You'll like that one.
     
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