She dances on rainbows, and dreams in the sun. She walks where the wind blows and answers to none. She sings to the ocean and laughs at the rain, a whim or a fancy, a haunting refrain. Softly, softly she skips through the flowers, and softly, softly just passing the hours and time will slip by on those butterfly wings, and nothing else matters. A handful of daisies, a heart full of dreams, as far as the eye sees and ...
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