Plastic ballerina
In your pink and plastic dress
I brought the world to you
and I confess
Never once did I consider
That perhaps in your plastic way
You preferred the closed-up night
To my bright and plastic day
Plastic ballerina
I watched you spinning round
In your pink and plastic tutu
To a tinkling tinny sound
I played that it was music
And assumed you liked it too
Although never once in all those years
Did I think to stop and ask you
Plastic ballerina
The days grew into years
And you collected dust
While I collected fears
You chipped away in pieces
And the notes dropped from your song
Save one that kept repeating
As you gamely tripped along
Plastic ballerina
In your pink and plastic box
I'll give you back the night now
And forever close the lock
Goodnight ballerina
This shall be our final glance
In your pink and plastic coffin
You'll be free to never dance.

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