A little girl wanders,
Up a rocky path,
In each of her hands,
She holds two others,
Guided by their lead
One she knows by feel,
And the other,
Rested in her mind
One she is related to,
And the other,
From a distant land
Though both will guide her,
Going up her journey of existence,
Up the mountain of her achievements
At the peak she will meet success,
Starting from the valley of love,
And while she wanders,
Not alone yet,
Up her rocky path
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