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Once there was an innocent and sweet little girl,

Every one loved her naïve big eyes and her hair with endless curls.

She loved every little thing in her life beside.

But how ignorant she was of the brutal world outside.

She use to desire for those dolls which her friends own,

But she new that all desirable things would soon be thrown.

She grew with her avid dreams…

……To Be Continued

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