| There was a girl who thought the world
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| Was filled with gold and pearls
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| She smiled with the bright eyes
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| Of those who trust in life
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| She had been taught she should believe
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| In all that’s good and fair
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| And and the end of each day
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| She sat contented in her chair
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| And she sang; |
| lalalalalala
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| He was the type who thought he had a right
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| To everything he liked
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| He had an easy air, was confident
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| And pleasing to the eye
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| They met by chance at a caf© He thought that she looked fine
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| And as they kissed she felt the bliss
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| Of love for the first time
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| And she sang; |
| lalalalalala
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| She gave herself without reserve
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| With eagerness and joy
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| He took her with indifference
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| Then cast her off like a broken toy
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| There was a girl who thought the world
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| Was filled with gold and pearls
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| She smiled with hazy eyes
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| And lips that barely curled
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| She had been taught she should believe
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| And so her life went on
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| And through the years she still could hear
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| The echo of her song
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| Lalalalalala |