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Standing on my tiptoes, tiptoes, tip-top tiptoes.
Oh, if only I were taller!
If only I could reach!
It's beckoning and smiling but somehow it -- whatever it is -- is too tall.
It's taller and even my tip-top tiptoes do not, can not, never could suffice.
I must be taller ... just a little taller ... and all would be as it should be... everything would be better ... everything would be ahhhhhh.
Reaching, hoping, praying, begging ... just a little bit taller, just a teeny-tiny bit.
Standing on my tiptoes, tiptoes, tip-top tiptoes.
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I remember having that kind of trust in people, but then I grew up and gained experience.
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