It was only yesterday when tinkerbell sprinkled magic dust on her fresh dreams Which fluttered around like the butterflies on her hair. The multi-colored rhythm, The zest in her caorusel ride, that turned the beat of laughter into lovely lullabies And with the smiling sun, she faces the world in a wide-eyed perspective -breaking free. For the next tick of the clock, She stands loved -embraced by the glory of bright lights. But she shines with the sun's youthful mirth
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