In her own sweet world
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Populated by dolls and clowns
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and a prince and a big purple bear.
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Lives my favorite girl,
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unaware of the worried frowns
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we weary grown ups all wear.
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In the sun she dances to silent music,
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songs that are spun of gold
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somewhere in her own little head.
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Someday all too soon
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she'll grow up and she'll leave her dolls
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and her prince and that silly old bear.
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When she goes they will cry
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as she whispers "Good-bye."
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They will miss her I fear
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but then so will I.
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Waltz For Debby
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| Cabaret Noir |
