The Little Girl and her Doll
All you do for your children,
For my Doll I do instead,
And in her little cradle
She lies beside my bed.
When she sleeps, I dream about her,
When she cries, I wake up too.
My own, dear, darling Mother,
I'm just as rich as you!
poem by Adelbert von Chamisso
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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