She walks upon the clouds
And is kissed by the sun
She has a job to do
It can't be shared with anyone
She passes midst us all
Her mind on other things
Only just three feet tall
The fairest skin and hair in rings
She comes and then she goes
Just as free as the breeze
Nobody else knows
Just what she hears and what she sees
You too could understand
What it is to be a little one
If you walked upon the clouds
And you were kissed by the sun
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