| She’s a toymaker, an attic child
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| Scarcely here in years
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| Star gazer, window style
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| Passes her days, in magical ways
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| Picture book, pippin took
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| Taking a look
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| Wonderful waterpaint, rainy secretive saint
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| Toymaker, and when she makes her way
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| And straightens up your day
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| You know that you could love her
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| You know that you could
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| Don’t wake her, see her nightime
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| Smile, softly it appears
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| Do take her, to wile away
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| You’re wilin' the days, in magical ways
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| Picture book, pippin took
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| Taking a look
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| Wonderful waterpaint, rainy secretive saint
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| Picture book, pippin took
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| Taking a look
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| Wonderful waterpaint, rainy secretive saint
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| She’s a toymaker, and when she makes her way
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| And straightens up your day
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| You know that you could love her
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| You know that you could |