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Until I Met You

I was just a little girl 
Going around the world 
In two ponytails and pink shoes 
No worries, no woes 
Until I met you,

I was just a little girl
Going around the world 
Singing my own songs 
And dancing to my own tunes 
Until I met you,

I was just a little girl 
Going around the world
Sand in my feet, wind in my hair 
And not a single care
Until I met you,

I was just a little girl
Going around the world 
Crossing rivers and climbing mountains 
Unaware of the hurt that pains 
Until I met you, 

I was just a little girl
Going around the world 
Plucking flowers from the garden of life 
Eating the fruit that wasn't really ripe 
Until I met you,




I was just a little girl
Going around the world 
Trying to understand it 
Playing games that didn't involve the heart 
Until I met you,

I was just a little girl 
Going around the world 
With imaginary friends who are now gone
Collecting roses sans the thorns 
Until I met you,

I was just a little girl 
Going around the world 
Looking for love and thunder 
See my eyes sparkle with wonder 
Until I met you,

I was just a little girl 
Going around the world 
When I finally met you 
Understood things that adults talk about
Heartbreak could hurt 
And love could heal 
Among other things one couldn't feel,

I was no more just a little girl 
Going around the world 
That bled crimson and dry
But If you ask me why I cry
It's because I had met you. 


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