As I
watched that little light
When I
was a little older
I would
dream about the things
That
would make my heart light
Money or
some food, or a pretty dress
With pink
bows and sash's of silver or a flowery mess
For girls like me
Have
all these things,
Should
not I have these things to?
But then
the little light burns bright
And stops
my bitter complaining.
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