There's a little girl in a meadow messing around in pure glee
I standing there, wondering where the source of her cheer may be
In garden blossoms she dances and leaps
She's going down, seeing what's to find underneath
Vivid colors from roses and violets
She lives in fantasy, she just can't help it
The daisy flowers smile as they wave hello
Behind the scenes it's a full grown show
She dances on, in an affair with all nature
From this dreary side, I wish to join her
Call me a child, but we could never begin to fathom
The relief found in a little girl who dances in the garden blossoms
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