On a blissful kind of air,
Merrily she skips,
Cheerfully she laughs
Giggling as she spins
To her the world is rash.
Not laden by misery
Not suffocated by her fears
On a blissful kind of air
She frolics everywhere
Floating as a feather without
A single care.
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