There she sat in a corner
The darkest of the room
Looking like a mourner
Of what was in bloom
In the forgotten garden
She missed so much
Waiting for a pardon
Or a warm, soft touch.
She had very little skin
Only face and fingers
Though covered in muscles
She was a robot within
One of the few singers
That also solves puzzles
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