There was a small broken doll named Jane
She had black hair on her head, like a goth mane
On her back a broken fairy wing
With little bat ears to hear the darkness sing
She had a wee fox nose
To smell a beautiful red rose
The black Victorian dress she wears
Goes so pretty with all that black hair
Her one eye is black, the other just a button
She would love to go out, but she was kept as a shut-in
She had one tiny friend
Whom most would not tend
A little corn snake who she named teddy bear
He wound around her fingers and curled in her hair
Never loved, never mattered
Her tiny heart did shatter
But teddy bear did kiss her
He could never ever resist her
So her little heart did mend
And they were friends to the end
Horrormadam 
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