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Masguda's Straw Doll Song
In a hidden village, by the Ural's feet,
Lived little Masguda, just five years sweet.
Her mama wove a doll from straw so fine,
With coal-black eyes that sparkled, oh so kind.
On the porch she'd play, in the Siberian sun,
Her straw doll friend, her only one.
They’d laugh and dream in a world so small,
Masguda and her doll, they had it all.
Mama called her in, a chore to do,
The doll lay alone as the warm winds blew.
Back to the porch, Masguda ran so fast,
But there was the cow, with her doll at last.
Its big dark eyes met her trembling gaze,
Chewing the straw in the soft light’s haze.
The coal eyes crunched, her friend was no more,
Her heart broke in two on that porch’s floor.
(Chorus)
Oh, Masguda, tears in your eyes,
Your straw doll’s gone under Siberian skies.
Chewed by the cow with a haunting stare,
Your heart’s torn apart, but you still care.
She cried for her doll, her first true friend,
Imagined so real, she’d love to the end.
But fear crept in for the cow so near,
Those coal eyes inside—oh, what could they steer?
As the cow chewed on, its dark eyes turned cold,
Like the doll’s coal eyes, a memory bold.
Her sadness ran deep, like the Ural’s snow,
Yet kindness for the cow began to grow.
(Chorus)
Oh, Masguda, tears in your eyes,
Your straw doll’s gone under Siberian skies.
Chewed by the cow with a haunting stare,
Your heart’s torn apart, but you still care.
In that hidden village, by the mountain’s call,
Masguda learned loss, though it hurt so tall.
Her straw doll’s gone, the cow no friend to claim,
Years later, in her heart, that doll remains.
Its coal eyes gleam in her memory’s light,
Crafted by mama, forever in sight.
The cow’s dark stare, turned to coal in her mind,
A haunting echo of the friend left behind.
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