She.
She has given us a sip of hope.
She knocks on our window,
She encourages us to come up,
To feast on cotton candy,
While the song her words are,
Makes us grin,
Our dreams claim their place,
So we slumber,
So she slumbers,
Then,
Then we start over the morning after,
When she knocks on our window,
The wind whispers, Good morning,
We get to our feet,
And so on.
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