- forty seven years -

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
And she's all alone
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Não, não me sinto assim. Só às vezes.
De qualquer jeito a música é toda linda. Saio dançando..
sorrindo ou chorando, dançando..
Não agora,,rs, que minha cabeça dói.
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