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Where did she go,
that little girl that used to be me?
I seem to have lost her,
and I'd like to bring her back to me.
When she was here,
life was simple and I lived for the day.
Who cares if I'm dirty,
I had fun getting that way.
I played with my big wheel,
and skinned up my knees.
I never did cry,
I guess I didn't feel the need.
Exactly when she left,
I'm really not sure.
But she took with her,
that love that was so pure.
Was it when daddy left?
I think I was only eight.
Or maybe when I was eleven,
my body and looks weren't all that great.
Was it a boy,
that took her away from me?
Or did I do it,
and tell her to flee?
Whatever her reasons were,
for going so far away.
I'd like to find her again,
so we can go and play.
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