The little girl,
Ran along her way.
But she was to clumsy,
Or so to say.
She tripped over,
The smallest of stones.
Hurt her head on the ground,
And broke some bones.
The little girl,
Just had to stay strong.
She knew what was right,
And what was wrong.
The little girl,
Was so full of life.
Defeated her anger,
And conquered her strife.
That little girl,
Did not want to stop.
Still my little sister,
Yet all grown up.
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