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Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
Is all alone
Eyes wide open
Always hoping for the sun
And she'll sing her song to anyone
that comes along
Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin to the ground
Without a sound
Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
Thats all her own
Spinning, laughing, dancing to her
favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
and she's all alone. |
