The black coffin has long nails,
The little doll is alone,
White snow and bright stars,
The grown-up baby goes to be a soldier.
Coffin doll, coffin doll, no father and mother.
Coffin doll, coffin doll, no friends, no home.
This nursery rhyme has been with me throughout my childhood, and it was also the beginning of my tragedy.
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