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Stumbling
backwards, I tripped on some trouble
She picked me up slowly and sighed
The weather was tricky, unbelievably sticky
And she laughed, as she lit up the sky
She is my Warrior,
She is my Joan of Arc
She is the tough glass box, that crashes on the floor
When she cries
She's climbing up mountains, I try to keep up
She's alway's running away from the sky
She's wicked impatient, she dreams of a day when
My big, little sister can fly
Oh, when she cries
She hides under her bed
I try to protect her,
But she's protecting me instead
The stars are investing, while the sun is digesting
This strange little goddess of strength
She is my pillar of trust, she is my sunshine
She is my first class act, that crashes on the floor
When she cries
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