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Written by Barbara Stanley
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Blossoms falling all around,
becoming carpet on the ground,
as Lisa danced and twirled around;
her tiny giggles were the only sound.
As she played, no one around,
she wore the blossoms as a crown.
A fairy princess, she looked to be,
like an old, old doll once given to me.
Sweetest giggles reach my ear
and also, Lisa's voice so clear
as she tells the bluebirds flying near
that they are welcome as she dances here.
Bluebirds and the red ones, too,
snatched strands of gold and off they flew
to build their nests with my baby's hair
and so cradle their own with love and care.
A tiny girl, a princess,
who rules her world and mine, I guess,
can force her father to bended knees
as he prays her tomorrow's ever please.
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