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Tommelise

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We were young 

When I first met you 

A little seed in the potted plant 

In my window 

You  were so little 

You could be in my hand 

Then one day 

you were gone and I had no idea 

what happened to you 

Last I heard you were gone with the wind 

and kidnapped by the toads 

I am sitting down here 

where you can see me 

hoping one day you will come back for me 


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