of the world long sought,
the stuff of poems, of the path,
on a mountain top
a man stands at a door,
outlined from light within.
With the lantern
at his side he waves a sign
for travelers in and out of time
and life alone.
It is no entrance to another world.
One is enough.
No groups travel here.
The voyagers are walkers!
The seekers are dolls!
It's a doll world!
That's why the big sign
is lit over the door.
Never Give Up On A Doll!
Come one Come all.
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