nimbly, along with the light
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she came on the wings of wind
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with hope bursting through her every being
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she looks up into the distance
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she climbed up a tree in the back courtyard
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and innocently picked the red seeds
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"if you eat up every last one of them
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you will be able to fly."
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she was searching for a drop of the tears
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she gave away on that distant day in the past
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that, no, she didn't even notice
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the feeling she was experiencing for the first time
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from having met a person she loved very much
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the song that suddenly can be heard
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it's probably her favourite song
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when she's feeling a little down
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she'll be humming the tune without thinking
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walking with a skip in her strides
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anybody anywhere can take one look
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and immediately recognize
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the small frame of her back
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all these will turn into tears
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once you lock yourself with your memories
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will you still be able to carry on?
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of much, much greater heights to fly away to
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