| She’s drawing pictures of herself
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| and giant-size men in a Liliput world.
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| She knows some stories, but never tells
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| of all her haunted adventures.
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| Because the big bad wolf
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| has whispered in her ear,
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| that no one else must know what happens here.
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| And she must never ever
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| breathe a single word
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| or he’ll blow down her fairytale world.
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| Now safely in her mother’s arms,
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| her tears are like diamonds that roll down her cheeks.
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| She’s afraid and she’s ashamed,
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| but the spell is so strong, that she just cannot speak.
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| The big bad wolf
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| has whispered in her ear,
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| that no one else must know what happens here.
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| And she must never ever
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| breathe a single word
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| or he’ll blow down her fairytale world.
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| She is so shy, just like a deer
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| and when she scens danger, she knows she must hide.
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| In the forest she’ll disappear,
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| away from those sharp teeth and piercing grey eyes.
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| And the big bad wolf
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| will never find her here
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| or fill her small heart up with fear.
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| And she will never ever
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| breathe a single word,
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| she’ll stay in her fairytale world.
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| She will never ever
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| breathe a single word,
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| she’ll just stay in her fairytale world. |