I am like your puppet,
And your little plaything.

You’re the puppeteer
And I dance on your string.

Sometimes, you pull me near,
But then, you push away,

Sometimes, you call me Dear,
But then, I’m kept at bay.

How much longer should I dance?
One day, I’ll break your string!

Don’t you think, per chance,
You could lose your sole plaything?!

So, please love and keep me close.
And cut my strings today!

Don’t toy with me, or you may see
I will dance away!

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