When I was a young girl my mother said to me,
I was as graceful as a cherry tree,
I wondered why I was so fair
And why I had such golden hair
And then one day my mother explained that I
Was in my crib and had started to cry
The fairies flew into my room
And lit up all the shadowy gloom
They sprinkled glitter on my face
But by the morning there was not a trace
Of fairy dust in my eye
But I had the feeling I wanted to fly
Because you see, I started seeing things
And when I was thirteen I started growing wings
As time went on I learnt to fly
All because of the fairy dust in my eye
Now that I am forty-eight
I guess that it was just my fate
That now my heart is full of trust
In a little bit of Fairy Dust.
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