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Babydoll lying alone in her room
Safe from all that wanted to burst her balloon
Filling in the void of parental discretion
Sea shells, magic gnomes
Wishing wells and ice cream cones
Little princess sits at the top of the stairs
As an angel brushes her wild brown hair
In a world where wants do not need to be mentioned
She plays gracefully
She stays and is free
Along the direction of mother's worst fear
Abiding reflections of portable mirror
A rapid transition in passing of time
To dazzling woman in blossoming prime
Now they look her way
Now they want to play
Where they once made fun
Now she has them on
Her beauty has power to give or enslave
Her eyes on the outer, her own heart to save
Prizes lie scattered all over her floor
Tokens of fondness and trophies of war
Now they think her way
Now she makes them pay
Where they once had fun
Now she makes them run
Now they look her way
Now they want to play
Where they once made fun
Now she has them on
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