They spun with smiles brighter than summer days,
with smiles resembling flowers in May.
Blooming and shooting through nooks and cranny's.
Illuminating all that touches their eyes.
They spun, they spun.
Underneath the afternoon sun.
They twirled until the world kept spinning,
and they were on their knees.
They pleaded, they pleaded.
For more movement, and warm sun.
They begged the sun to spin along.
Arise, now asleep.
Good night, they weep.
Their dizzy spells have come to an end.
Good night they whimpered, into dented pillows.
They yawn and rest their heads.
"To bed, to bed," she said.
"To bed, to bed," she said.
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