| She belongs there, left with her liberty
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| Never known as a non-believer
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| She laughs and stays in the
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| Won- won- wonderful
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| She knew how to gather the forest when
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| God reached softly and moved her body
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| One golden locket quite young
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| And loving her mother and father
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| Farther down the path was a mystery
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| Through the recess the chalk and numbers
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| A boy bumped into her
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| Won- won- won- wonderful
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| She’ll return in love with her liberty
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| Never known as a non-believer
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| She’ll smile and thank God
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| For one won- won- wonderful
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| Na na na na na na na |