Do I still look like your little girl?
When I paint my face
And change my hair
How do you know...
That I'm the same little girl who sat on your lap
And demanded that you tell me stories
I don't always know that she's still me
I just see her sometimes
When I get embarrassed
Or exceedingly happy
But you remember more of her than me
Daddy, how do you still know that it's me?
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