Well, she's with the ogre,
Nothing seems to bring her down in this world,
His anger can't dog her,
She hopes and wishes, eyes e'er on morrow,
Everything will be fine,
With no particular expectations,
Or awareness of the passing of time,
'Fore you know it, she's chasing butterflies,
Animals are her friends,
The frustration of those around her wane,
For joy's always the end,
That's how we're made,
Happiness is our goal,
That is when time and space just disappear,
And should be our guide when seeking our role.
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