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Cinderella, a / When She Was A Little Girl
When I was a litle girl, Oh, how often I wished I could be "CINDERELLA”.
I’d heard all about the story, the Prince, the ball, but I knew, I'm not "CINDERELLA”.
When I shared my secret deram with my girl-friends, they all laughed: “You're NO CINDERELLA ! “
But, somehow, I just KNEW that there really W A S a Prince, out there, seeking for his "CINDERELLA “.
So I lived with just my dreams for a lot of my life, very aware, and quite content, just not being "CINDERELLA”.
Then one day---a perfet and bright day, I remember---I heard a voice say “Hello, CINDERELLA ! “
Oh!, just the way he said it! I KNEW he'd read the story, and recognized the dreams of "CINDERELLA “ !
Oh!, JUST THE WAY HE SAID IT ! HE knew at last that he had found his "CINDERELLA “.
Of course, there had been no cinders, no wierd relatives, no ball----none of all those trappings of "CINDERELLA”.
But he DID brush me clean of old, charred hopes, he cleared my heart of sad, burnt dreams; all my childish "CINDERELLA “;
And all my relatives do see the new, lovely image in me, & they remark: “It's just like in "CINDERELLA ! ! “
Now every day IS a ball, & I move in glass-slippers when my Prince tells me: “ I’m so, SO glad I found you , "CINDERELLA!!! “
Dreams HAVE come true, for, after all, I am his Princess & new life lives in me, “OH HAPPY, LUCKY CINDERELLA!!”
