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.
That´s all her own.
Spinning, laughing, dancing to her favorite song.
A little girl with nothing wrong.
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