Puppets

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I am a puppet,

My strings are attached,

I have no right of my own,

I just have to follow the orders, 


I live inside a dark box,

I have no right to see my sunlight,

I am a puppet,

And my strings are attached, 


I played many characters of past,

But I don't have the voice of my own,

Puppeteer voice became the voice of mine,

Because my strings are attached to him, 


I am a repertoire

But I don't get any name,

Because I am a puppet,

And my strings are attached






    

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