fa la la la la
singing all alone
skipping all these stones
beautifully alone
fa la la la la
walking through the field
pulled a flower out just to
stick behind your ear
fa la la la la
hair blowing in the breeze
skirt flowing in the breeze
letting go with ease
fa la fall a-falling
tripping over my toes
then you come and catch me, i think
that's how the story goes
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