| They call her Blossom
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| They call her winterstorm
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| They call her blade sharp
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| They call her soft, and silky
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| Like a rock, to the ground, she falls hard, harder then them all
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| Like a colourful butterfly, she flies high, higher then them all
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| They call her winterstorm
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| When someone’s hurting, she will be the one, crying the most
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| When someone’s happy, she will be the one, dancing the wildest dance
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| She’ll be the one dancing
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| She’ll be the one dancing
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| She’ll be the one dancing the wildest dance
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| She’ll be the one dancing
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| Be the one dancing
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| Be the one dancing the wildest dance
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| They call her Blossom
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| They call her winterstorm
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| They call her blade sharp
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| They call her soft, and silky |