Shy Little Girl
The shy little girl is sitting on the floor,
playing with playmobile-figures,
inside her head there´s a story building,
and the toys become alive.
She´s wandering through a fantasy-world,
no frontiers are crossing her way,
she´s becoming a queen, nice and beloved,
and hopes she could stay a while.
But then she feels the laughing eyes,
of her grandma coming out of her room,
her whole own world is crashing down,
and the queen just starts to cry.
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