This is the tale of a little girl,
Peculiar and wild,
Deep in the forest she did live,
No ordinary child.
Peculiar and wild,
Deep in the forest she did live,
No ordinary child.
She had a strange affinity,
I'm sure you will agree,
For objects that when in the sun,
Shone bright fantastically.
I'm sure you will agree,
For objects that when in the sun,
Shone bright fantastically.
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Her collection she kept far from all,
A secret of her own,
But all its beauty could not be seen,
In that dark place of stone.
A secret of her own,
But all its beauty could not be seen,
In that dark place of stone.
She knew what next she must collect to light her fancy haul...
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Her dwelling aglow with sunny rays,
She lived there in delight,
But outside this place of golden days,
Saw only constant night.
She lived there in delight,
But outside this place of golden days,
Saw only constant night.
Not before long she surely emerged,
To darkness overwhelming,
And found upon looking at her hand,
Her skin had started shining.
To darkness overwhelming,
And found upon looking at her hand,
Her skin had started shining.
She walked the streets of a nearby town,
And saw what had become,
Of the world she robbed unknowingly...
'Oh no, what have I done?'
And saw what had become,
Of the world she robbed unknowingly...
'Oh no, what have I done?'
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So, the sun was put back in the sky,
Dusk and dawn returned.
The townsfolk could love life again,
In the sunlight they so yearned.
Dusk and dawn returned.
The townsfolk could love life again,
In the sunlight they so yearned.
The little girl had right her wrongs,
Brought by her actions bold,
But sadly it was all too late,
For the sun turned her to gold.
Brought by her actions bold,
But sadly it was all too late,
For the sun turned her to gold.
