A girl of summers, youth's eternal flame, Her laughter rings like bells through forest halls. Dolores Haze, a fleeting, tender name, Whose shadow dances where the sunlight falls.
Her gaze reflects the sky's cerulean hue, Yet holds a world no child should ever know. A stolen innocence, a heart askew, Trapped in a tale where loveless sorrows grow.
She skips through days with wild, unbridled mirth, A sprite who rules her fleeting, golden sphere. Yet whispers haunt the edges of her earth, A fragile dream beset by doubt and fear.
Lolita now, the echo of her song, A fleeting star in darkness, burning strong.
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