I still remember,
my little cute doll,
with whom I stayed,
from the day I started to crawl.

Oh, her shiny eyes,
I never slept without looking at,
her chubby cheeks and red lips,
and her face shape like cat.

I still remember,
her little tea ceremonies,
and the rides that she had,
on her golden ponies.

But then I grew up,
apart from these,
locked her in the cupboard,
and kept away the keys.

Not because I forgot her,
important presence that i won't define,
but because I don't wanted,
to go back in that beautiful time.

Because I would,
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