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Dance, little flower
As the wind blows over
Off the branch you go
Swirling round and round
Like a pink little crown
With the breeze you flow
Soar off into the sky
Higher and higher you fly
Never looking down below
Towards the horizon, steer
With nothing left to fear
Bound to no rules to follow
But remember to fall back down
Back to the earth, to the ground
For you are a tree to grow