Little Girls
The once was a little girl
She lived in a little world
With big people and big places
She laughed and she played
Rode bikes in the summer, and would sled in the winter
Life was simple, bruises were boo boo's
And Santa Clause came alive every Christmas Eve
But the little girl turned into a woman
The innocence of a child turned to the wisdom of an adult
Bruises were bruises
And she herself, became a child's image of Santa
She has a little girl of her own
History, all the same, for all the little girls
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