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Written 12-8-1999
A girl starts out In a fancy lace dress Warm and yellow And never a mess
A curtsey, head bowed Then as she rises up She’s a ballet princess About to grow up
Adolescence comes much too soon As she looks at the moon Acne and envy destroying her face She’s quieter than the other girls, Who stuff their bras And make childhood seem like a waste
“Never am I in the spotlight.” Such a sad way to think Bringing such gloom But one day the spotlight will be on her Every rose is still a rose Until it blooms |
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