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In her own sweet world
Populated by dolls and clowns
And a prince and a big purple bear
Lives my favorite girl
Unaware of the worried frowns
That we weary grown-ups all wear
In the sun she dances
To silent music-songs
That are spun of gold
Somewhere in her own little head
Then one day all too soon
She'll grow up and she'll leave her doll
And her prince and her silly old bear
When she goes they will cry
As they whisper good-bye
They will miss her I feel
But then so will I

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