Standing high upon the hill
Its features cold and gray
A house which held inside its walls
A child who could not play
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She could not play for she was but
A prisoner in a cell
Who had to do what she was told
But never could she tell
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Not only could she never tell
But never could she see
The way the other children played
The way that it should be
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[To play as if a beauty queen
With makeup and a purse
Or fixing booboos on a doll
Just like a real live nurse]
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Her world was but an empty room
With flowers on the wall
To cry upon the banister
Is all she can recall
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Now she's grown and gone away
But peace she'll never find
For terrors [once] hidden inside that house
Now hide inside her mind
