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As a little Girl
As a little girl I was innocent
As sweet as golden honey
I used to cry when I grazed my knee
And going running calling 'mummy'
My sister was the best
The one who I looked up to
The person who adored me
And would join in with anything I do
I was her little angel
As cute as cute could be
She used to dress me up
And parade me for everyone to see
My birthdays were the times
That I eagerly longed to come
And when it came around
My face was the sight of sun
My laugh was the laugh of a little girl
Happy as could be
My skin was fair, My hair white blond
But still I was happy
I look back now, as the times go on
And see how times are new
The things we talk about now
Is not the mountain but the dew
We don't see the greater picture
Its like a whole new world
Its a whole new dance
Ready to be unfurled
They say the sky is the limit
When you are very young
And I agree with that now
It’s a song ready to be sung
Everybody grows up
The world keep spinning around
The sky is the limit
But at the moment I'm on the ground
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