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Sara runs through golden rye
Lifts her arms to greet the sky
Every morning holds a song
She has taught me to belong
Sara hums behind the fence
Barefoot in the grass so dense
Picks a berry from the vine
Makes the whole world taste like wine
She is spinning on her toes
Where the yellow clover grows
She is humming something sweet
While the daisies kiss her feet
Sara runs through golden rye
Lifts her arms to greet the sky
I feel brave when she is near
All my doubt just disappears
Sara runs through golden rye
Lifts her arms to greet the sky
Every morning holds a song
She has taught me to belong
She is spinning on her toes
Where the yellow clover grows
She is humming something sweet
While the daisies kiss her feet
Sara runs through golden rye
Lifts her arms to greet the sky
I feel brave when she is near
All my doubt just disappears
Sara runs through golden rye
Lifts her arms to greet the sky
Every morning holds a song
She has taught me to belong
