Carriage

Wheels rolled down, the winding road

Carrying on them, a carriage's load

Through the carriage's window, emerged a pretty face

Of a little girl,who had a doll in her embrace

Her name's Rose, a little girl she was

She was the darling, of the one's living

In the house, atop the hill

The house echoed, with the charming laughter

Of little Rose, with each ray of sunlight

Heard at times, would be the tinkling of bells

The breaking of clay dolls, at some other

At eating table, the clatter of spoons

And that of forks, behind all of which

In her happy self, would always be Rose 

A little doll for all, the princess of all eyes

The rose of every heart, the sweetheart of every soul

So lovable for all, so loved by all

She was like life, to all around her

Today as she proceeds

On her journey, in her carriage

The people in the house

Do know deep in their hearts,

Though people around may not say so,

It is not final.

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