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I remember her soft, silky hair,
And the dainty clothes she used to wear.
I'm the doll that she took everywhere,
Until she chose you, Little Bear.

Now she gives you silverware,
to eat your porridge here and there.
she takes you most anywhere,
she loves you more, Little Bear.

Now I sit upon the stair,
and watch as she braids up your hair,
She sees the rip; the giant tear. 
Goodbye, Little Bear!

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