A small girl she,
Let her play with dust,
Dreaming in her own way,
A small girl,
Lisping and stammering,
Do not snatch her dreams.
Never give tears to her eyes,
She is but a girl child,
Break not her heart,
Hurt her not please,
A lovely daughter is she,
Demanding love from papa.
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