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I grew up the day my Papa died The day I held his hand one last time I grew up the day I kissed him goodbye My last kiss on his learned brow I grew up the day I knew I may never sit on the throne of his lap That was the throne where I sat and believed I was his little Princess Gone are the fairy tales and wings But they will be kept In the treasure chest of my heart Still, I heard my Papa whisper: “Hush Princess, do not cry” I know I would forever hear his voice inside me: “You are my daughter, I know there is nothing you cannot do” Perhaps, from now on, I would believe in my self The way Papa always believed in me Ironic, how I used to dream of him Walking with me in white, down that long, long aisle Now, it would be me in black who would walk him through that aisle Nevertheless, in either case, He would say with a smile these exact same lines: “Hush, Princess, do not cry, My little girl is a lady now” I grew up the day my Papa died His warm breath I could no longer feel I grew up the day I faced death— And smiled at it as my Papa would And smiled at it as my Papa did...