Spinning spinning round and round
Laughing screaming hear the sound
Running stunning through the town
And when your done we all fall down
We will all miss the beautiful girl
Head in the clouds, life in a wirl
And when the clouds roll away
A new party girl will come out and play
The rising tide 
Very whimsical! Cute.
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That was my nickname. I miss her. A lot. She’s still in me, laughing, spinning, dancing, always dancing, but she never comes out anymore. Once my head came out of the clouds, the parties were never the same.
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