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.
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