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When I dream I see you
Blonde hair blowing in the breeze
Not a care in the world
Or a worry in your mind
This is how you’re remembered
The little girl that dared to fly
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When I dream I see you
Blonde hair blowing in the breeze
Not a care in the world
Or a worry in your mind
This is how you’re remembered
The little girl that dared to fly