There are four beautiful dolls,
A ballerina doll, a doctor doll, a musician doll, and bride doll
All blonde
Eyes sky blue
Pale skin
Sitting by the window in an attic,
Waiting patiently for their freedom and owner
To come and play
Over the season,
Their owner came less and less
And soon forgotten about them,
The dolls sat by the window
Growing old, getting dust, and falling apart
Leaving a bitter ballerina, a denying doctor, a dead musician
And small wondering bride
