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Why were the little girls all frightened To be just what they are The boys were told to ask themselves How high how far The girls were told to reach the shelves While the boys were reaching stars That's why little girls were frightened To be just what they are.

Harry Chapin

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Harry Chapin
Age: 38 †
Born: 1942
Born: December 7
Died: 1981
Died: July 16
Banjoist
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Singer-Songwriter
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Brooklyn
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Harold Forster Chapin
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