In the heart of the woodland fair,
Where magic dances on the breeze,
She whispers to the ancient trees,
With golden hair, the spirit's heir.
Her eyes ignite the dawn's first flare,
Crimson embers start to rise,
Warmth and wonder fill the skies,
The forest knows she's always there.
Where magic dances on the breeze,
She whispers to the ancient trees,
With golden hair, the spirit's heir.
Her eyes ignite the dawn's first flare,
Crimson embers start to rise,
Warmth and wonder fill the skies,
The forest knows she's always there.
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