| She’s a girl rising from a shell
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| Running to Spring
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| It is her time, it is her time
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| Watch her run with ribbons undone
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| She’s a rose in a lily’s cloak
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| She can hide her charms
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| It is her right, there will be time
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| To chase the sun with ribbons undone
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| She runs like a fire does, just picking up daisies
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| Comes in for a landing, a pure flash of lightning
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| Past Alice blue blossoms, you follow her laughter
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| And then she’ll surprise you, arms filled with lavender
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| Yes, my little pony is growing up fast
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| She corrects me and says, «You mean a thoroughbred»
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| A look in her eye says the battle’s beginning
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| From school, she comes home and cries
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| «I don’t want to grow up, Mom, at least not tonight»
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| You’re a girl rising from a shell
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| Running through Spring with Summer’s hand in reach now
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| It is your time, it is your time
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| So just run with ribbons undone
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| It is your time, yes my angel
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| It is your time
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| So just run with ribbons undone
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| Run, run, darling
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| Ribbons un… |