Lightning feigns fingertips scattering across the sky,
A little girl rises and stares into the glowing eye.
She’s faced torn-home storms before,
A little taste of nature’s won’t break her.

Lightning feigns fingertips scattering across the sky,
A little girl rises and stares into the glowing eye.
She’s faced torn-home storms before,
A little taste of nature’s won’t break her.
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