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Jun 2013
Once there was a little girl,
With long curly hair,
And big blue eyes.
She sang before she could talk,
And ran before she could walk.
When she was young all she wanted to do was fly,
When she grew up all she did was cry,
And hope that when she grew up more,
She would die.
AJ
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